It was still summer, but for some reason the department secretary asked our city editor whether he was planning to attend the boss’s annual staff cocktail party, generally held in the early fall.
“No. I’m busy that day,” the guy said.
“But you don’t even know when it will be,” the secretary protested.
“I know,” he answered. “I’m still busy that day.”
The boss – specifically, the top editor of our medium-sized daily – was not a bad person. Kind of distant, though, and committed to a somewhat alien set of standards. I bumped into him once at a big university while I was there on a recruiting trip for reporters and interns.