I’ve been privileged to interview some fascinating people over the years:
Lance Armstrong. Martina Navratilova. The Dalai Lama. Loretta Lynn. Jackie Robinson. Casey Stengel. Tony Blair at 10 Downing Street.
I petted Secretariat once. (Somebody smuggled a sugar cube or two, and Big Red rumbled over.)
On Thursday, Dec. 4, I will be talking about some of my favorite interviews, at the Amsterdam Harborside in Port Washington, Long Island, from 2-4 PM.
The Amsterdam Harborside is a residence high on a bluff overlooking Hempstead Harbor. I’m eager to see it myself.
I’ll be signing my World Cup book and a few other books of mine, courtesy of the Dolphin BookShop.
For information, please RSVP via:
12/1/2014 02:42:28 am
Wish I could make it, George. What happened to the beard?
12/1/2014 03:44:51 am
Mendel, I trimmed it back...didn't like a bushy grey-white beard. When I covered Appalachia, I had hair to my shoulders -- farewell to the 60's, and all that. Gene Roberts, great editor, once told me if he sent me to Alabama for a story, I had two hours -- one to get ready for the flight, and one for a haircut. Never came to that. Nature intervened. Shalom, GV
12/1/2014 03:39:56 am
12/1/2014 03:45:51 am
Alan, you've heard my stories....have a good flight on Thursday, see you soon. GV
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From the great Maureen Dowd:
As I write this, I’m in a deserted newsroom in The Times’s D.C. office. After working at home for two years during Covid, I was elated to get back, so I could wander around and pick up the latest scoop.
But in the last year, there has been only a smattering of people whenever I’m here, with row upon row of empty desks. Sometimes a larger group gets lured in for a meeting with a platter of bagels."
--- Dowd writes about the lost world of journalists clustered in newsrooms at all hours, smoking, drinking, gossipping, making phone calls, typing, editing.
"Putting out the paper," we called it.
Much more than nostalgia.