Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Lunch at the Morgue
"There's a morgue in this building?" I asked my editor, surprised. Then I figured she meant some kind of closet with outdated appliances, after all, one time I asked for a vacuum and was handed an Electrolux with a cloth cord. She can't mean dead bodies, I thought, and she didn't.
The morgue is the room where all of the archived issues of the weekly papers owned by the publisher are stored. Three or four different publications line the shelves, and one is defunct today. There are issues of my hometown newspaper dating all the way back to the 1880's. A few volumes are seared from fire damage.
I am always looking for a reason to go to that room. It's like walking into a local history museum or a library of antique books. And once I get in there it's hard to get me out. I could sit in the middle of the stack for hours reading. Sometimes I eat my lunch in there. I think those old newspapers are fascinating, right down to the advertisements. I'd move my office in there if I were allowed, but I bet I'd never get anything done.
Actually, I have to be careful not to sit in the morgue reading too long because ...
sometimes my little editor comes into work with me to make sure I'm not slacking.
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