Archive: February, 2008
This week was to start off with a column about a historic dump -- the press room in the Roundhouse. It was suggested I try to capture the ambiance of the place called Room 619 on the occasion of our being thrown out of there by the new police administration. So much for history.
Apparently, the execution has been stayed. We don't have to leave the building, though there is some question whether we'll get to keep the room. But what a room it is. Or was.
It's been a few years since I've sat where Barbara Boyer now works the phone and her sources in blue.
The first question of the day comes by e-mail from Steven Stewart:
I thought Dr. Mattison was made rich by the asbestos company he ran, Keasby and Mattison.
Just in time for Super Tuesday -- Barack Obama, the Musical.
Making the viral rounds this weekend was a real toe-tapper of a campaign video:
It's about a bunch of aged trout fishermen (the men are aged, not the trout) who are angry, angry, over the loss of their fishing hole of four decades.
An institution that does good has done these men wrong, they gripe in a way that only old salts in Navy caps can.