EXIT LAUGHING
My late, great accountant asked how long I planned to write a column.
"Until they beg me to stop," I joked. "The Sun's been very good to me."
"Until they beg me to stop," I joked. "The Sun's been very good to me."
"You can stop any time, you know."
Years later, I had a conversation with somebody at the Sun I suspected might be my boss. I never really knew who was my boss. Nobody talked to me about yesterday's column. Nobody asked what was in tomorrow's. They left me alone. And paid me. Holy crap. Unique.
"Hey, when the day comes, just say the word," I assured one of the editors. "I won't go away mad. I'll just go away."
"Like hell you will," he laughed. "Everybody goes away mad."
Years later, I had a conversation with somebody at the Sun I suspected might be my boss. I never really knew who was my boss. Nobody talked to me about yesterday's column. Nobody asked what was in tomorrow's. They left me alone. And paid me. Holy crap. Unique.
"Hey, when the day comes, just say the word," I assured one of the editors. "I won't go away mad. I'll just go away."
"Like hell you will," he laughed. "Everybody goes away mad."
Page Six died screaming.
But not me.
Exit laughing. Y'all have a great life.
Exit laughing. Y'all have a great life.
--Page Six final column,
July 30, 2005
* * *
To every thing there is a season.
Doubt it at your peril.
The world is run by weasels.
You can't buy heart.
Bell sucks.
Clip: CTV News Feb 12, 2020
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