For all the bad things about working at the tabloid on Harrison Avenue, there were compensations, such as the days when the editors chose to speak truth to power like this:
I trust you understand that a certain amount of personal growth has been required for me to say something like that without random barking and snapping.
Another ex-Heraldite, Michael Gee, may have said it best earlier this week: "Any Bostonian knows the flawed trait of my former employer the Herald. In a word, insanity. The Herald presents life as an endless series of exclamation points, a truly loopy, no, disturbed way of viewing the universe. In justice to the old stand, I must point out that worldview is not a cynical marketing ploy. It was and I assume still is the (lack of) thought process that dominated every aspect of the organization. Folks, if you think the Herald seems a little weird from the outside looking in, you can't imagine what it was like from the inside looking out. The collective nuttiness was THE number one reason working there was a joy. Fun and sanity aren't often running mates."
I'm not quite as sanguine, having left - in a crowd - for different reasons. But there was a lot of fun to be had. And today's page one is an excellent example.
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