Lynn Henning The Detroit News Published 11:28 PM EST Jan 31, 2019 The first day on the job as a full-time journalist and sports writer was Aug. 5, 1974, a hot, bright Monday morning, three days before President Richard Nixon resigned, and with a 7 a.m. start at the Battle Creek Enquirer. A guy two months after grabbing his journalism degree from Michigan State had secured that most aspired of all prizes: a job at a daily newspaper. I walked into the office and joined my two sports-staff partners, Dick Lovell and sports editor Bill Frank. My first task: write a cutline (photo caption) for an Associated Press photo of Jack Nicklaus from the Pleasant Valley Classic’s final round. Four decades and many million words later, it ends, formally anyway, today at The Detroit News, a wondrous employer for nearly all of the past 40 years. There have been moments and minutes so magical, and so frequent, as to defy any orderly account. But here goes on some of the most special and extraordinary frames from a life that for me has been an endlessly sweet vocation: Most bizarre story Five months into that first job at Battle Creek Enquirer, it was decided a rare free…