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.