Let’s do lunch
I’ve written many times about other papers I’ve worked at, the people there and what I remember about them.
Someone asked me the other day why I don’t write about this one, the one you’re reading.
The best answer would be the pitfalls.
It’s easier to write about the past than present; and it would be almost impossible for me to do a column like that without seeming like I was trying to score points with the boss.
So the best column I’ll write on this paper is in about 10 years or so.
Because it will be the past.
I will comment briefly that here – in the present – I’m allowed to do the things I want to do, which is mainly write. I like that.
Now, let’s talk about lunch.
You want some lunch? I sure do.
There’s all kinds out there.
Get whatever you want with just a credit card.
Cash even works, sometimes. Remember cash?
I’ve worked with people who couldn’t get their work in on time.
But by god at 11:30 a.m. they were somewhere in the vicinity of food.
And it was usually near their mouths.
I used to be one of those, but basically I’m a late-luncher now.
It comes from the fact I can’t wake up before 2 p.m.
There are some really great things to be said for afternoons.
So what’s your pleasure? You want a sandwich, pizza, salad or Chinese?
It’s all there for the asking.
Some take lunch for granted. To others, it’s a religion.
And at The Record – a tradition.
We order out and somebody picks it up.
Sometimes that’s me. Sometimes one of the girls. Sometimes it’s delivered.
But we all agree. We love late lunches.
So I’ll see you in 10 years when I write a great column about this paper.
And it will be about the past, which is why it will be good.
Until then, let’s do lunch.