Those of us in the Opinion Department here at Newsday were particularly saddened to hear about the death of our former colleague, Mike Dorman, yesterday.
Mike was an assistant editor for our section, handling everything from regular weekly columns to one-time op-ed essays to letters to the editor. For several years before he retired in 2007, he worked with readers and students when he edited their submissions to the 500 Words or Less and New Voices columns (which have now been blended into our current reader-based feature, Expressway), a role that must have reminded him of his days teaching journalism classes at C.W. Post.
But while he finished his career at Newsday as an editor, he was always a writer and a reporter at heart. In this 1960 photo, a 27-year-old Mike (in the hat -- you can just imagine the "press" badge tucked in the band) is on the beat for Newsday, checking out reconstructed pieces of a National Airlines plane after it crashed in North Carolina.

Ever the story-teller, Mike was quick with an anecdote about his days sniffing out news and scandal. And even as a septuagenarian, he channeled his days as a 17-year-old wunderkind at the Wall Street Journal when he greeted people on the phone: "Michael Dorman, Boy Reporter." That enthusiasm for journalism, and for life, is what we're all thinking about today.
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