I often like to say that The Daily Californian was my real journalism school. In the spring of 2001, my second semester as a Berkeley student, we had an editor in chief named Daniel Hernandez, or as he was sometimes known among his mates from the paper, “Street.” Having a nickname like that gave him, at least to me, a sort of a respectable rugged journalistic air about him. I never knew much about him, and never had the chance…
