Sweet Old Bob recalled
There are nights on the shop floor at the paragraph factory when Bob Johnson, my first news editor, spontaneously comes to mind.
Tonight I recollected an evening when he was waiting at the news desk for a much-promised and long-delayed local story and observed pleasantly:
Goddamn city desk! If they’d written the Bible, you wouldn't be able to fit it in a boxcar—and it wouldn’t be done yet.