
A long, strange trip: Veteran Sask. reporter Dan Zakreski looks back as retirement begins
CBC
"So what do they teach you in university?"
I remember city editor Tom Loran asking that question after slicing and dicing my latest attempt at writing a news story. The printed copy lay face down on Mount Olympus (what rookies called the city desk at the front of the newsroom) and I could see the red slashes bleeding through the paper.
Zeus was not impressed.
I was 22 years old, a student in the first class at the University of Regina's School of Journalism and Communications. Less than a month into a four-month internship at The Saskatoon StarPhoenix, it was not going well.
"This is sheep shit," Tom explained. "You do know 'it's' means 'it is,' right?"
Pause.
"Right?"
It was shaping up to be a long year.
Tom sighed.
"You've got an uncle Julius, he's in insurance?"
My dad's first cousin, I clarified. Julius Zakreski. He worked as a broker with The Co-operators in Saskatoon.
"Give him a call, ask him about what's up with wall calendars. I'm not seeing as many."
It so happened that the old-style wall calendar was on the way out, a victim of rising paper costs and new advertising methods. Julius put me in touch with a local printing firm, a specialty advertising company and a local trucking firm.
On Jan. 12, 1981 the story appeared in the paper, page 8, above the fold.













