Today I had an article in
The Boston Sunday Globe. I have written for a bunch of magazines, a gazillion web sites, published a column for years, written for TV, radio, catalogs, and published a
book. This, however, was the newspaper I grew up knowing as THE paper. As a kid it was the Globe that I lay open on the gold shag rug in the living room to read "the funnies" side by side with my brother and dog. And, this is the first thing I've published since Lyra was born.
So, I was excited. This morning I decided it would give me a thrill to take a paper out of a city newspaper box and open it to see my byline. Glenn, and I each held one of Lyra's hands and we toddled a couple of blocks away on a gorgeous spring day to the nearest box. I put in the quarters, glenn pulled out a camera. I pulled and pulled. I put in more quarters. I got the quarters back and tried again. No dice. That damn box would not open no matter what we did. At least it gave me back the quarters.
Anyway,
here it is online, where no quarters are necessary.
If you like, you can add on the funny last line I originally wrote for the article that was cut: "And visiting the Athenaeum was always morally acceptable."
(And yeah, I got some print copies later from the drug store. Had to read the funnies, after all.)
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