Waiter, There's a Journalism Cautionary Tale in My Soup
We stopped into Buck's Fishing & Camping for dinner the other night. I had the fried oysters; S.O. opted for the steak. We both refrained from licking our plates. We showed an even greater amount of restraint given that dethroned New York Times executive editor Howell Raines was dining at a nearby table. It's not every day that you sup in the same restaurant as one of the people responsible for the decline of your beloved profession. We skipped dessert. We just didn't have the stomach for it anymore.