The author, Steve Krause, is calling it a career after 49 years.

Krause: The end is near. Like today.

It was autumn of 1972. I was 19, and working as a copy boy for United Press International — my Northeastern University co-op job.

Suddenly, one of the editors on duty — Dave Haskell — got a phone call. Jackie Robinson had died of a heart attack at his home in Stamford, Conn. The Boston bureau sprung to action. I was among the first to spring.

"Hey, Steve, go in the morgue and get me everything there is on Robinson," yelled Stan Berens, the New England news editor. "And hurry up."

Morgue, in newspaper lingo, m…

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