As ever, Judith, your writing refreshes my mind; where else in the world can I learn about Greenland’s melting, a Russian spy whale, the the littering of our previously pristine moon by golf balls? Will too many
golf balls affect the moon’s orbital path?
Your creative imagination plus your pellucid prose make reading your twice-weekly posts a distinct pleasure.
Thanks as always Judith - it is a sign of your professional drive to be able to keep writing into the "void" of hoped for readership. Your belief in us readers is a powerful imaginative knack you have in your toolbelt - to believe that we are drawing value and that "sprig of surprise" that makes us keep coming back. Another sprig which might not have been part of your newspaper days are glimpses into who you are - this is the age of the memoir and readers (like me) want to see you as a whole person - like concern for your daughter and your truck and your brain. And your passion for writing.
You have spurred me to write about a moment time I’ll briefly note here but do a longer post on my Substack with a nod to you. In the mid 80s I worked for the Jerusalem Post, Tel Aviv office. At some point my dad gave me a couple thousand dollars to buy a home computer- really a fancy word processor with a dark green screen, white letters, DOS operating system and a program called Einstein. I could write up my celebrity interviews and movie reviews in my apartment, then call the office to have a messenger, a guy named Alfred, sent over to pick up my disc, and DRIVE it to the Jerusalem office, an hour away. I’m 61 years old. This was my early career as a journalist.
As ever, Judith, your writing refreshes my mind; where else in the world can I learn about Greenland’s melting, a Russian spy whale, the the littering of our previously pristine moon by golf balls? Will too many
golf balls affect the moon’s orbital path?
Your creative imagination plus your pellucid prose make reading your twice-weekly posts a distinct pleasure.
Thanks as always Judith - it is a sign of your professional drive to be able to keep writing into the "void" of hoped for readership. Your belief in us readers is a powerful imaginative knack you have in your toolbelt - to believe that we are drawing value and that "sprig of surprise" that makes us keep coming back. Another sprig which might not have been part of your newspaper days are glimpses into who you are - this is the age of the memoir and readers (like me) want to see you as a whole person - like concern for your daughter and your truck and your brain. And your passion for writing.
You have spurred me to write about a moment time I’ll briefly note here but do a longer post on my Substack with a nod to you. In the mid 80s I worked for the Jerusalem Post, Tel Aviv office. At some point my dad gave me a couple thousand dollars to buy a home computer- really a fancy word processor with a dark green screen, white letters, DOS operating system and a program called Einstein. I could write up my celebrity interviews and movie reviews in my apartment, then call the office to have a messenger, a guy named Alfred, sent over to pick up my disc, and DRIVE it to the Jerusalem office, an hour away. I’m 61 years old. This was my early career as a journalist.
Thanks for jogging the memory!!
Lovely
Thank you for that lovely comment.