That’s all, folks |

That’s all, folks

Odds are by the time you read this, I’ll be long gone.

Outta here.

Second cousin to Harry the Rabbit.


That’s right sports fans. After a little more than four years at The Union, the time has come to for this cowpoke to mosey on down the line.

Next up for me and my 11-year-old Toyota will be a trip back to my adopted home state of Arizona, where I’ll join the small but scrappy staff of the Arizona Daily Sun in the frostbitten gem of the north state: Flagstaff.

There I’ll cover Northern Arizona University as well as the full range of youth, prep and adult sports.

I’m told there may also be a chance to dip my toes into the Phoenix-area’s pro sports scene.

So not only do I get to put my byline to the next level in organized sports, I’ll be just a hop, skip and a jump from the parental units.

Now, that’s what I call a win-win situation.


I’ve wracked my brain on just how I would be able to cram the last 50 months into a few hundred measly words.

It’s probably the toughest assignment I’ve ever been given.

But here goes.

I knew next to nothing about the area before I took the job here in August of 2000.

But my pops, who was stationed at Beale Air Force Base in the 1960s, set me straight. He said I could do worse than Grass Valley.

As usual, he was right.

With its natural beauty, proximity to Big City action and overall lack of sprawl – at least for now – this little chunk of terra firma turned out to be a fantastic place to kick off my professional career.

Still, I’d be a durned liar if I said the time I’ve spent here has been all Teddy Bears and little yellow smiley faces.

From scattered doses of workplace drama to a relatively small, but unabashedly vocal pack of whiny, passive-aggressive parents, to what I can only describe as a collection of truly sociopathic motorists, there have been more than a few times when I’ve wanted to box a few ears.

That said, if given the chance, I’d do it all again.

In a heartbeat.

Being around dedicated, passionate and supremely talented people – athletes, coaches and colleagues alike – will do that.

So, long after memories of some random game or interview fade, it’s the faces of those people which will remain with me for the rest of my life.

Thank you for that.


Keith Jiron was a sports reporter for The Union from 2000-2004.

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