Shepherding by Distance
As the town’s only newspaper pointed out on Wednesday, we have mornings that seem to chill out. As The Frederick News-Post informs, in the inside pages, we seemed to have arrived at the cold months. It’s about time!
Since I came to the city, nearly 33 years ago, this poses as no surprise to me. As I said: “It’s about time!”
Since leaving New Orleans, I sought out media that come with changes of season, mainly Italy, Egypt and Washington. I first heard: “You don’t like the weather, it’ll change on you in 10 minutes.” That was in The Washington Post building on M Street; it moved later to New Hampshire Avenue – and was sold! I didn’t hang around.
Since resigning from The Post, I looked into several positions. I was never happy away from the reporter’s job; I became a part that controlled the newspaper: Post-Newsweek stations. I wasn’t satisfied. Various jobs in the media left me gasping, until I hooked up with George Delaplaine, the former publisher of the News-Post.
Under George’s gentle direction, I wrote a column for the local paper and I survived Bette Delaplaine; his wife left me alone. Bette was a brassy kind of dame. You didn’t do things she disapproved of; she let you know straight out. A lady of distinction!
Accumulated through several years, chiefly politicians and developers let me know I was not their favorite journalist. On the other hand, I managed to publish along: Shepherding by Distance. All the way from Westminster, as it turned out. I won’t get you into housing; but I no longer live on North Market Street. There’s a pity!
My daughter-in-law and old dear friend have made a difference. They’ve both worked their heads off. But I sleep more comfortable than I expected two months ago. In the first place Bette died.
One of those sudden things that was totally a surprise, even to her best friend, George.
Ya hosarra! What a pity!