Before I start this post, I want to point out that I’m not exactly sure I feel comfortable about the subject matter. I’m a blogger, which barely makes me literate and almost decrees that I use made-up internet words like “teh” and replace a certain number of the “s” at the end of words with “z’s” for comic effect and camaraderie with my readers, who most certainly do the same (unintentionally) in their every day lives.

Meanwhile, the person I’m going to be writing about has apparently worked as a writer for nearly 50 years. For a newspaper, of all things. …
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