Hi Ya Hildy!

"And that my friends, is my farewell to the newspaper game. I'm gonna be a woman, not a news-getting machine. I'm gonna have babies and take care of them. Give 'em cod liver oil and watch their teeth grow...So long you wage-slaves...When you're crawling up fire escapes and getting kicked out of front doors, and eating Christmas dinners in one-armed joints, don't forget your pal, Hildy Johnson!..And when the road beyond unfolds..."

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Waiting at the Tomb

Holy Week has begun with the raping of livelihoods at the Morning News, which, as I recall, disrupts all corners of personal lives and relationships. It isn't just the loss of a job. Today is editorials turn. Again.
I wouldn't relive that day for anything. Well, except maybe for my old life.

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