I don’t remember when I started thinking or better dreaming of it – as the glass facade rose in front of me I kind of had to pinch myself for being there and for still not understanding that yes indeed it was me. The New York Times to me always seemed like a myth, a building full of incredibly smart people – a lot smarter than I would probably ever be – doing an incredibly smart newspaper. Time of course passed way to quick and as we poured out of the editorial meeting I felt kind of sorry I had to leave so fast. And while I might have left for today it sparked another dream, another goal: next time, I might just as well come to stay.
I believe.
PS: Bill I can not thank you enough for giving me a little more insight to the Times & David thanks for preparing me for Florida.