Often, I read stories in which someone reflects on his career or life and insists, “I have no regrets.”
Boy, some people must be perfect. Being an imperfect person, I have my share of regrets, especially after I read my stories in print.
Recently, I wrote a column using the word “jihad” in referring to a battle at City Hall. A local police officer, Clarence Romero, wrote a letter to the editor, rightly chastising me for the use of that word, noting that it creates negative connotations about Muslims.