
Endless Lunch With Our Men in Africa
We’re talking about writing, old style journalism. I’m sitting with three veterans of African journalism; two ex newspaper editors and one foreign correspondent. One of the editors is my father, Rex Gibson. Right now it doesn’t matter what their names are, what matters more is that their brand of journalism is little more than a wistful memory for those of us who followed after. They are tirelessly exploring another unofficial investigation of an old, very gruesome murder. Th

Where The Wild Things Were
When you’re young, you’re more immortal right; immortality measured on a continuum from bulletproof to just a tinge. I thought so when I got the job. Sometimes I forget how woefully ill-equipped I am for the outdoors. I have always preferred my outdoors, indoors. And now this. Not only an outdoors, belligerent and unapologetic, but one that derived it's whole meaning from the Big Five, safari parlance for huge animals that like to hunt you down and kill you. But back to the d