Last week, I was toiling at work, staring furiously at my computer, literally less than 20 minutes away from deadline. It was at that point that one of the prepress guys, the one running the show no less, ambled upstairs to the newsroom and plopped himself into a chair in the sports department, ready to shoot the breeze. It always amazes me how oblivious people are to other people's situations. The deadline time at the newspaper hasn't changed in years, I haven't been any less busy in trying to meet it, the prepress guy has been working his job probably almost as long as I have (we were on the same work softball team over 15 years ago). Yet, he's getting chatty. But my exasperation turned quickly into the feeling of wanting to be in two places at the same time because prepress guy suddenly asked whether I collected baseball cards! 😮 He had told one of my co-workers that he was at a card show in Syracuse (the same one I was at) and that co-worker told him tha...
Up all hours talking baseball, cardboard & collecting