The elegant, white-haired woman at the checkout desk said,
"I think of you a lot, Mr. Swick."
"Thank you," I said. "I really appreciate it."
"Especially when I'm thinking about traveling."
"I'm not at the paper anymore," I told her, not sure if she knew that I'd been laid off. (She knew.) "But I'm still writing."
"Are you still traveling?" she asked.
"Yes. I'm going to Key West next week."
"I went to Key West for the first time in a long time," she said. "It was a BLAST."
"I'm doing a story on the Casa Marina hotel. It's mentioned in this book." And I pointed to the cover of The Contemplated Spouse: The Letters of Wallace Stevens to Elsie.
"I should get that," she said. "I love Wallace Stevens."
This was my downfall: My readers were readers.
I wanted to pay belated homage to Wilfred Sheed, who died last month at the age of 80, by quoting my favorite line from one of his novels: "The American male matures only after he's exhausted all other possibilities."
So this morning I googled the line to make sure I remembered it correctly. I got one hit: a story I wrote for the Sports section of the South Florida Sun-Sentinel about a nude cruise held during Super Bowl week in 1995.
Watching TV often makes me grumpy. “Dramas” with actors who look like actors (as opposed to the doctors and detectives they’re supposedly playing). Emcees applauding their own appearance on stage. Charlie Rose awestruck in the presence of Penelope Cruz, lobbing her softballs and then saying “less movies,” as if the interview were being conducted in his second language.
But reading a newspaper I almost always find something to cheer me. Sunday it was the sports section of the New York Times, which ran the headline: “Querrey Rebounds From a Scary Fall to Resume His Steady Climb.” The two opposite and single-syllabled nouns fronted by two-syllabled and nearly rhymed adjectives practically made my day.
The other morning the Sun-Sentinel sat in front of the door instead of the Herald.
It reminded me of the call I got in 2007. The man on the other end said that he was not a subscriber, but every morning he found a copy of the Sun-Sentinel in front of his house. He found this irritating, and he wanted it stopped.
And I remember thinking: We used to get calls from subscribers complaining that their paper hadn't been delivered; now we're getting calls from people annoyed that they are getting the paper for free. It seemed to represent a critical shift in public opinion.
When a magazine goes under, it is upsetting for subscribers and personally disturbing for contributors. I neither read nor wrote for Editor & Publisher, but I heard of its death yesterday with a feeling of sadness.
One day in the spring of 1989 I was sitting in my cubicle in the editorial offices of the Providence Journal scanning the want ads in the back of E&P. (Reading classifieds is not really reading.) One caught my attention: the Sun-Sentinel in Fort Lauderdale was looking for a travel editor.
I sent, as the ad requested, a resume and a letter stating my philosophy of what a travel section should be. Feeling I had no chance allowed me to be brutally honest. To my immense surprise, I got a call a few weeks later, and shortly after flew down for an interview. The features editor and her assistant - Robin Doussard and Lisa Shroder - both shared my ideas about travel writing.
That August I began my career as a newspaper travel editor, one of the very few who was hired from outside - usually someone was plucked from the newsroom as a reward for long service - and perhaps the only one who got the job through Editor & Publisher.
The more depressing the newspaper business gets, the more entertaining old newsroom stories become.
I had dinner with some ex-colleagues last night and one of them, a former editorial writer, told a story I never tire of hearing. It was the fall of 1978 and the Polish Cardinal Karol Wojtyla had just been chosen to become the next Pope - the first non-Italian Pope in over four centuries. Kingsley, a little too caught up in the historic nature of this appointment, described him in his editorial as "the first non-Catholic Pope."
People were so focused on the "non" that nobody who proofed the page noticed the mistake. Of course, once it was published it caught the attention of many, including the editor. The next day he walked into Kingsley's office - I had not heard this part of the story before - placed the editorial on Kingsley's desk, and uttered the only comment he would ever make about the piece: "This is not an editorial," he said. "This is a news story."