Don’t tell anyone, but I miss our old sports guy.
By old, I mean he was the only one left there who’d been there longer than I had. I’ve been at the paper for 28 years if that tells you how old he is.
I used to tell people we were like an old married couple.
Our desks were next to each other with a short divider wall between us. He could hear me munching on snacks, and I could smell cigarettes…
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