Charles van Heck's Woodhull Journal

News reporters

  • Remembering Susan

    I fell in love with her voice.  A raspy voice, the type of voice that made me want to pull up a chair at the kitchen table. “Have some cranberry relish,” she might be saying, as she did every Thanksgiving.… Continue reading

  • Muggers, Pretzels, and the Integrity of A Small Newspaper  

    Censors sneak up right before your eyes in broad daylight. They aren’t figures lurking in a dark alley on a rainy night waiting to mug you as you make your way from a subway entrance. The censors wear tailored suits.… Continue reading