So this is it. I finally get comfortable here and they force me to retire, then take away my keys at gunpoint.

Not that I?m bitter.

To foundations: God, family, apple pie and more recently Alissa.

To the past: SKB for teaching me why copy editors deserve to be worshipped. KLR for being the best co-editor I could ever have ? first co-editors are like first loves, they always hold a special place in your heart, please stay in touch. Big CL for your expertise, wit and professionalism. SKA, who was worth 1000 words. KPE, the original Irish red head and all-time graphics guru.

To the present: JS and his beautiful naked women with camera equipment. LFK, who taught me so much about this business ? I owe any future I have in journalism to you. Copy groupies, coffee runs and Fatty Boom Batty. Ray the cookie man. Linda. Those crazy MIFFERs.

To the future: Deb and Marium :o). TH and princess ? good luck monkeys. CL Jr, a good writer and friend. Kara, who had the audacity to answer a house ad, the skills to be a great editor and the personality to be a great human being. Finally, Megha whose silence conceals a quiet wisdom that extends far beyond her years. You will make a wonderful doctor or journalist and you have earned my enduring respect.

Thank you all.

? PNO, copy god, subscriptions guy and paperboy



The ‘wanted’ posters at the University of Rochester are unambiguously antisemitic. Here’s why.

As an educator who is deeply committed to fostering an open, inclusive environment and is alarmed by the steep rise in antisemitic crimes across this country and university campuses, I feel obligated to explain why this poster campaign is clearly an expression of antisemitism

Whatever happened to the dormitories of yesteryear?

Two images come to mind: One is of cinder block-walled rooms hidden behind brutalist edifices, and the other is of air-conditioned suites bathed in natural light.

Teddy’s Travels: Ithaca, NY

Obviously, every ‘Teddy’s Travels’ needs adventure, and after our unremarkable stay in Ithaca, I began to wonder if perhaps we would break the streak.