Today is the anniversary of my death.
It’s not in the literal sense, of course, as my fingers are still on a keyboard frantically typing away on a daily basis.
But May 3 will forever be remembered around this area as the day a Tampa institution was executed. For more than 120 years, The Tampa Tribune was an honored member of the community. It was invited in to homes, offices and places of employment. It served as a breakfast ritual or a lunchtime companion. The news that lined the pages wasn’t always pleasant to read, wasn’t always something everybody agreed with. Often times it entertained or...
