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.