tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post2551110871763248770..comments2024-03-28T15:05:10.372-05:00Comments on Every goddamn day: 03/29/24: "Now Neil, no more than TWO columns about this."Neil Steinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468057838260476480noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-16248577109026669042019-08-02T05:22:19.676-05:002019-08-02T05:22:19.676-05:00Way cool! Neenah seems to make a majority of the m...Way cool! Neenah seems to make a majority of the manholes in this area. Almost got up to the their factory once. Looking forward to your piece.J.J. Tindallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13381555158949851490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-80967983335541983032019-07-31T08:32:16.256-05:002019-07-31T08:32:16.256-05:00That I do. Bill and I have already conversed about...That I do. Bill and I have already conversed about the steel discs of fascination, and I've talked to a few others too, including the artist who coined the term "Manhole Cover Monday. I had a captivating interview with a guy at Neenah Foundry yesterday, and am hoping to get it in the paper Monday. Neil Steinberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11468057838260476480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-21880090879858189592019-07-31T05:20:40.455-05:002019-07-31T05:20:40.455-05:00I very much appreciate you writing about your surg...I very much appreciate you writing about your surgery since I'm getting to the age where this kind of thing is not out of the realm of possibility for me. Many journalists would specifically avoid sharing such an intimate, personal tale but I find it most valuable. btw, perhaps needless to say, if you do decide to write about manhole covers I'm sure you know you need go no further than your bud Bill Savage's Twitter feed on #ManholeCoverMonday.J.J. Tindallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13381555158949851490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-29063758921371382972019-07-30T15:34:36.942-05:002019-07-30T15:34:36.942-05:00My short stay at the Sun-Times included a very tem...My short stay at the Sun-Times included a very temporary transfer to the library staff, where only those with MLS degrees were allowed to perform actual library tasks...the classifying, the microfilming, the research needed for stories. Consequently, I was assigned the tedious task of reshelving the clip files in what was still called "the morgue"...just like in any newspaper movie from the Thirties. Dead clippings about a whole lot of dead people.<br /><br />In the late Seventies, when computers were just being introduced to the newsroom and the internet was still in the distant future, the morgue was huge. Its vast repository of clip file folders held countless brittle and yellowing stories that went back decades. The labels on the files included the entire spectrum of society...from celebrities to cop-killers...royalty to railroad conductors.<br /> <br />As I was on the overnight shift, I could pull any file at will, and peruse it at my leisure, something I spent far too much time doing. The biggest names had the fattest files, and sometimes their names took up entire shelves of folders. A feature writer once told me that the forty years of data on Frank Sinatra would <br />easily fill a 62-page "extra" edition upon his demise...and the more suddenly and unexpectedly, the better.<br /><br />That coverage (and Frank's obit) didn't happen until twenty years later, but I was still there when Daley the Elder and Elvis died. There was nothing in the world like a big-city newsroom when a "flash" came over the wire and a major story broke. I say 'was' because those days are gone forever...over a long time ago. Oh, yeah... Grizz 65https://www.blogger.com/profile/02892702223228764894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-78268104360278009752019-07-30T11:41:54.044-05:002019-07-30T11:41:54.044-05:00Although that must have been scary abs embarrassin...Although that must have been scary abs embarrassing, that was a funny quip by your colleague. Did he publish his book elsewhere?Coeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06130250489695215525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-70368539275412921382019-07-30T10:55:57.700-05:002019-07-30T10:55:57.700-05:00You're a Legend. You can write as many column...You're a Legend. You can write as many columns as you like. Although one more column about the dork you worked with could be interesting. Of course, that would make two. Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18406704590565406630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-39195871003776242132019-07-30T08:54:15.021-05:002019-07-30T08:54:15.021-05:00I think the bookshelf story resonates as much or m...I think the bookshelf story resonates as much or more than the surgery. There are far more clumsy clueless oafs risking life and limb in daily encounters with an unforgiving mechanical world than recipients of any kind of surgery. My favorite surgery story is that of the wife of a baseball player who played for both the Cubs and Sox, whose brain surgeon did 10 surgeries on the day he operated on her, and she was the only one who survived.<br /><br />johntatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10088632798195131329noreply@blogger.com