Why, oh why, are writers at the Journal compelled to keep reminding us that "Hey it's me and I'm writing this story."
No one cares that Judy's reporting skills are rusty, she had to run through the pouring rain, her car is small, her camera battery died and she had to transcribe a tape and track down a photo.
All this self-glorification is an NCJ disease. At its worst, we had to read the Heidi story in which she described the sound of her cellphone ringing when she called her sources.
Spare us, please.
Re: “Vintage Arkley”
Why, oh why, are writers at the Journal compelled to keep reminding us that "Hey it's me and I'm writing this story." No one cares that Judy's reporting skills are rusty, she had to run through the pouring rain, her car is small, her camera battery died and she had to transcribe a tape and track down a photo. All this self-glorification is an NCJ disease. At its worst, we had to read the Heidi story in which she described the sound of her cellphone ringing when she called her sources. Spare us, please.