I think it's funny (haha, not weird) that this (excellent) analysis comes from the Slate blog devoted to "Crime: Murder, Theft, and Other Wickedness." Given the Ariel Castro story, that is totally appropriate.
Jean breathed live into a routine news story , she gave the players a face or even a smell. You were ther with the cops as they stepped over the blood in the street. It could be slippery she might say and hard to forget. She knew the arkine cop talk and dark places in a dark city. A cup or more of old black coffee and a unfiltered Lucky Strike was lunch. Deadlines were the numbers on her cheap watch. Jean was her own black and white movie . She made the ftont page worth reading. Good night "Hildi" it locked up now.
I think it's funny (haha, not weird) that this (excellent) analysis comes from the Slate blog devoted to "Crime: Murder, Theft, and Other Wickedness." Given the Ariel Castro story, that is totally appropriate.
ReplyDeleteJean breathed live into a routine news story , she gave the players a face or even a smell. You were ther with the cops as they stepped over the blood in the street. It could be slippery she might say and hard to forget. She knew the arkine cop talk and dark places in a dark city. A cup or more of old black coffee and a unfiltered Lucky Strike was lunch. Deadlines were the numbers on her cheap watch. Jean was her own black and white movie . She made the ftont page worth reading.
ReplyDeleteGood night "Hildi" it locked up now.
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