When I was a freshman at Columbus College, which is now Columbus State University, I decided that I was going to work on the Saber, which was the campus newspaper.
I knew I would have to take some pictures for the paper, so I thought it might be a good thing to take a photography class.
The professor was George Goddard.
He was one of those teachers who taught. He'd tell you how to do things, and then let you experiment. He made you work and study.
I was never prouder of the times when he told me my pictures were good. These were the days when you used film and had to develop it in the darkroom and then print them.
Fortunately, the Saber had its own darkroom, so I was able to use that. And we lived on post, so I could go to the rec center and use that darkroom. Others in my class weren't so lucky.
I'm an OK photographer now, but I still use some of the techniques he taught us. Of course, I can see exactly what my picture looks like since I switched to a digital camera six years ago.
Late this afternoon, I heard that George had died of a massive heart attack.
That made me very sad.
I'll be writing his obituary tomorrow morning for Friday's Ledger-Enquirer.
It's one of those stories I don't look forward to writing. I think writing obits is the toughest job and when you know the person, it's even tougher.
My sincere condolences go out to George's family.