By Kevin Cullen
When I got out of school, the chief editors at the first two newspapers I worked at were kind of nuts. They fit the stereotype of the hard-charging, maniacal editors familiar from movies and TV.
They yelled, they screamed, they threw things. Their style of leadership engendered fear more than loyalty, and their focus was relentlessly short-term: get the story at all costs.
Jack Driscoll was nothing like that.