I had the privilege of working one summer at the San Francisco Chronicle, in the 1980s, in an old-fashioned newsroom, on a science writing fellowship. One week, I got assigned to write obits and had to call a family member for quotes.

I worked under a grizzled old reporter who covered the science beat; he'd gotten his start as a foreign correspondent in Paris after WWII.

We didn't type up stories on typewriters anymore, but entered them on computers. There was a "portable" computer you could take on the road that weighed about 50 pounds, as I recall.

I think by then there was no smoking in the newsroom, thank god.

Thanks for bringing back memories of the days of real journalism, not clickbait and "likes."