Yes, well, I guess the only question was whether the editor was using his fingers or a plastic spoon:
Recalling a job interview at the Fort Worth Press when he was a college student, Shrake wrote years later, "It was a rackety, dirty city paper, with the teletypes clacking and a sense of urgency everywhere. A copy editor was eating tuna fish out of a can, and the bowling writer was drinking bourbon, and I thought, 'This is the world I want to be in.' "
From the obituary of Edwin "Bud" Shrake.
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