Hey, how about a drink?
March 12, 2012
Itís all so strange.
We lose one soul to the elements Ė a new job offer after my working side by side with her for seven years, only for me to get an email from a co-worker who wants to know if I want to get a drink.
I donít drunk much these days. Iím half blind as it is, and so I drive very little if at all, and certainly not at night until I get this damned patch off.
Maybe I need the drink or the company or to feel that old feeling of camaraderie Iíve not felt since the early days of the paper and before that college, when I was surrounded by writers usually who had more talent than I had.
I miss the old days of Andy Newman and Michael Richardson when we had a more literary newspaper. These days we have reporters, but not that special spark that ignites me.
Maybe some of these new people will bring that back.
Meanwhile I morn the passing of my editor, not because she is losing out (sheís getting a job that pays a lot more) but because Iím losing someone I truly respect.
Maybe I should take up that offer for a drink. Can I get a DWI charge for riding the light rail drunk?