SF_Express
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This is a quintessential old guy post, but whatever. It's late, and I've cabbed home, and somebody asked me the question: Where were you when Elvis died?
It's interestting only in this. This is one of those I know exactly where I was.
I was in the newsroom at my first job, two months, a small paper in Wisconsin, a PM, and there were only about three of us left on the editorial side. The "final" edition had been put to bed.
So we're finishing up, and the old AP machines start going crazy, bells ringing, clacking away. Nothing like it; yes, this is a nostalgia thing.
Well, Elvis had indeed died. And me, from sports, and the two other remaining people start reading the paragraphs off the wire, and basically, it's "Holy ****!"
And yep, we all run back into the press room and get to say it: "Stop the presses!"
Tore up the front page. Four column by 12 inch photo of the King. 12 inch story, no jump. Headine:
Elvis dead
144 point, I believe.
I only got to yell that maybe twice more in my career.
And I'll never forget that day.
It's interestting only in this. This is one of those I know exactly where I was.
I was in the newsroom at my first job, two months, a small paper in Wisconsin, a PM, and there were only about three of us left on the editorial side. The "final" edition had been put to bed.
So we're finishing up, and the old AP machines start going crazy, bells ringing, clacking away. Nothing like it; yes, this is a nostalgia thing.
Well, Elvis had indeed died. And me, from sports, and the two other remaining people start reading the paragraphs off the wire, and basically, it's "Holy ****!"
And yep, we all run back into the press room and get to say it: "Stop the presses!"
Tore up the front page. Four column by 12 inch photo of the King. 12 inch story, no jump. Headine:
Elvis dead
144 point, I believe.
I only got to yell that maybe twice more in my career.
And I'll never forget that day.