Lately I’ve had twinges of nostalgia for my old office at The Bayshore Independent. Roasting hot in summer, ice-cold in winter; no windows; desk, ancient manual typewriter, walls festooned with clippings; old computer half the size of a refrigerator; huge volumes of back issues: a poor thing, perhaps, but my own.
How would you like to have a luxurious office, much nicer than that mess in the picture? Maybe nicer than mine–where Rip Torn once sat for an interview?
I want to wrap up our comment contest by Thanksgiving, so I can begin the annual Christmas Carol Contest. It won’t be easy: we still have some 300 comments to go.
Ordinarily the prize would be one of my books, autographed, or else a nice red T-shirt that says “If they have to kill us, they’ve lost.” But if I can swing it–only if I can swing it–you might win an editorial office of your own. Then all you’d need would be a weekly newspaper you can edit.
All comments are eligible, with these few exceptions: nasty remarks about other readers, ads thinly disguised as comments, or just plain babble. Other than that, anything goes.
Can we get those 300 comments? The lucky reader who posts No. 300 will be the winner.
One can only wait and see.