I was just reading a City News Centennial booklet left on my coworker’s desk and getting teary-eyed while reading the stories from former City News reporters. The passion for the stories, the odd people, the cops, the editors and the bars that followed. It made me really sad about the way things are now. I can’t jump in my car and drive to the scene of a shooting. I have to call the tight-lipped cops, post it on the web before the other websites get it. There’s something so tragic about it. So impersonal. I miss the Chronicle on days like today. It’s weird to be a major daily newspaper and miss my college newspaper, but there was so much more intensity there. We all really cared. Hmmphh.