I just remembered today that I had a few dozen unpublished posts on the old Blogspot site, which I all but abandoned when I moved over here. I think I’m just going to put them up this week, without comment. So if you notice that a few of my news items seem to have a little dust on them, good! Time hooks are overrated, I’ve always thought. Here’s the first one.

I never subscribed to the New Yorker during William Shawn’s time as editor. But, a few years ago I snuck into the old offices on 43rd Street. The writers cubicles were gone but, there outlines were still on the floor. There were odd pieces here and there of the writers who once filled the spaces were scattered about. A pencil here, an old wooden easel there, an old office chair, notes and drawings scribbled on a wall. Mehta fills in the space and one can almost here the clacking of typewriters and muffled conversations as writers work in a unique environment of a unique magazine.