It’s the 25th anniversary of the Rev. Jim Jones massacre; Jeff Jarvis recalls his days as a San Francisco Chronicle reporter.
I sometimes feel as if I’ve lived at the edges of too much tragedy, a cursed Zelig: near Jonestown, near Moscone-Milk, near AIDS, and then near the World Trade Center. It’s enough to make a sane person want to run and hide. But no, the sane person remembers.