friend of the friendless
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Sirs, Madames,
A story, a bit of history, I was working on petered out in large part because three sources I was counting on are deceased (most recently, one who was on my high school track team, which makes it more troubling).
There were a few famous figures I always wanted to talk to / write about and managed to do so just prior to their passing, among others, Curt Flood, King Clancy (the last time he talked to anybody) and Carl Brewer. Luther Bedford I chased down a few years before died ... not quite a deadline-beater. EDIT: I forgot WC Heinz. I've been good on chasing down writer-heroes like the Grim Reaper (Joe Mitchell, Morley Callaghan and the still-with-us Budd Schulberg).
There were a few that slipped away. Missed deadlines. I remember working on a story on Scotty Bowman and his brother, a scout, was sitting behind me at the Stanley Cup final. I didn't want to interude (he was sitting with a couple of friends) and I had a phone number for him. I figured I could wait and I had some other pressing things to work on that night. A day or two later, a massive heart attack and --30--. I always think of that whenever I might be inclined to put something off until tomorrow.
YD&OHS, etc
A story, a bit of history, I was working on petered out in large part because three sources I was counting on are deceased (most recently, one who was on my high school track team, which makes it more troubling).
There were a few famous figures I always wanted to talk to / write about and managed to do so just prior to their passing, among others, Curt Flood, King Clancy (the last time he talked to anybody) and Carl Brewer. Luther Bedford I chased down a few years before died ... not quite a deadline-beater. EDIT: I forgot WC Heinz. I've been good on chasing down writer-heroes like the Grim Reaper (Joe Mitchell, Morley Callaghan and the still-with-us Budd Schulberg).
There were a few that slipped away. Missed deadlines. I remember working on a story on Scotty Bowman and his brother, a scout, was sitting behind me at the Stanley Cup final. I didn't want to interude (he was sitting with a couple of friends) and I had a phone number for him. I figured I could wait and I had some other pressing things to work on that night. A day or two later, a massive heart attack and --30--. I always think of that whenever I might be inclined to put something off until tomorrow.
YD&OHS, etc