ALLAN DODDS FRANK TO SUCCEED MYRON KANDEL AS PRESIDENT
NEW TREASURER AND GOVERNORS NAMED

Allan Dodds Frank, a prize-winning newspaper, magazine and television investigative reporter, will succeed Myron Kandel as president of The Society of Silurians beginning in September. Kandel will have completed his second tour as president while Frank becomes the second member of his family to lead our organization. His father, the late Morton Frank,  publisher of the supplement “Family Weekly,” served as president from 1987 to 1988.

Allan Dodds Frank

Frank was First Vice President of the Silurians this past year. Taking that post will be Betsy Ashton, who was Second Vice President, a seat that Joe Vecchione will occupy.  Linda Amster will stay on as Secretary; and Karen Bedrosian Richardson will replace Mort Sheinman as Treasurer. Sheinman will return to the Board of Governors in her place.

Jack Deacy and Anne Roiphe will also join the Board of Governors, filling the vacancies created by the departures of Max Nichols and Joan Siegel. Tony Guida, who is head of the Advisory Committee, and a former president, rejoins the board, replacing Joe Vecchione, and Mike Kandel will become chairman of the Advisory Committee.

Members remaining on the board are Ira Berkow, Bill Diehl, Gerald Eskenazi, Ricki Fulman, Linda Goetz Holmes, Bernard Kirsch, Enid Nemy and Ben Patrusky.

Allan Dodds Frank is currently working as a freelancer for national Web sites. He specializes in investigating complex white-collar crimes and terrorism. His first  job was at The Anchorage Daily News, 1970-1973. He joined The Washington Star’s  metro staff in 1973 and became a investigative reporter covering Federal courts and the Justice Department. After The Washington Star collapsed in 1981, he joined Forbes, where his long run of business investigative pieces began. While at Forbes, Frank reported from 30 countries, often writing about international corruption and money laundering.

In August 1988, Frank moved to ABC News as network television’s first business investigative correspondent. He roamed the country for the Sunday program “Business World with Sander Vanocur” and also appeared on “World News Tonight With Peter Jennings,” “Nightline,” and “Good Morning America.”  In 1994, Frank moved to CNN, where he was the investigative correspondent for “Moneyline With Lou Dobbs.” In 2002, Frank joined Bloomberg, where he was that network’s investigative correspondent.

He was president of the Overseas Press Club in 2009 and 2010 and founded OPC Global Parachute, a Web site funded by the Ford Foundation to help young journalists who want to report from abroad.

A Pittsburgh native and longtime New York resident, he got his B.A. in American history at Colgate University in 1969, and a Master’s of Science in journalism from the Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism in 1970. He earned a mid-career Masters of Studies in Law in 1981 as a Ford Foundation Fellow at the Yale Law School.

Frank has won numerous print and broadcast reporting prizes, including two national Emmys and the Gerald Loeb Award. This June, he will be honored by the Association of Certified Fraud Examiners with their “Guardian Award” for his longstanding commitment to exposing criminal behavior.  He also appears at length in this year’s documentary about Bernard Madoff, entitled “In God We Trust.”

He and his wife, Lilian M. King, were married at The Players Club in New York on July 30, 1988. They have twin daughters, Katharine and Melissa.

2013 EXCELLENCE IN JOURNALISM AWARDS DINNER

Wednesday, May 22, 2013
6 PM

Honoring the year’s outstanding achievements
and presentation of the Peter Kihss Award to:

JoAnne Wasserman – 2013 Peter Kihss Award Honoree

She graduated cum laude from Amherst College. While there she worked on publications dealing with politics, culture, and the arts.  Two summers she interned at the Indypendent, a multimedia Web site dealing with community and cultural issues in New York.  Upon graduation she was hired by the Indypendent  where she worked as a reporter, writer, editor, and photographer. She later did community relations work for the Fashion Institute of Technology and had a fellowship with investigative reporter Wayne Barrett at The Nation Institute.

According to the CUNY faculty, some of her work brings Dennis Duggan to mind. One of her professors recently said: “She did a classic Dugganesque story last semester when she followed a long-time postman on his last delivery before he retired after 20-plus years on the same route.”

The award, which comes with a $1,000 stipend, will be presented to Ms Ivanova at the dinner on May 22.

The New York Times and Washington Post Companies both reported first quarter losses. The Times net income was $3.1 million, or 2 cents a share, down from $42.1 million or 28 cents a share a year earlier. Income from continuing operations declined to $3,1 million from $8.7  million last year. At the same time, the company announced plans to introduce lower-cost subscription models as part of a growth strategy. Read more…

The Washington Post Company reported sharp declines for the first quarter in,  primarily, its newspaper and education divisions. Net income was $4.7 million or 64 cents per share, an 85 per cent drop from $31 million, or $4.07 cents a share in the same quarter last year. The company cited $25 million in early retirement,  severance and restructuring costs and foreign currency losses being largely responsible. Read more…

New York magazine’s April 15 issue has lots of reading for us. First there is Frank Rich’s discussion of the future of The New York Times and Time magazine after being hit by the one-two punch of the recession and digital revolution. That comes with two sidebars. One an excerpt from Arthur Gelb’s book “City Room” about the last time The Times had money problems. The other is a Q&A with Tom Goldstein the publisher of Scotusblog on covering the court. Then there is Mark Danner’s conversation with Robert B. Silvers the editor of The New York Review of Books on the occasion of that publication’s fiftieth anniversary. Then there is a story about something called Buzzfeed and viral content and an algorithm which may be the future of it all. So if you don’t subscribe, check your local newsstand or incinerator room.

Stan Isaacs, who spent more than 40 years at Newsday as a reporter, columnist,and,temporarily, sports editor died on April 2. He was 83. As a writer he was known for his wit and cleverness. One of the first to recognize the importance of television  to sports, he began writing a column about it in 1978. At the time only one other newspaper published one. He wrote his last column in 1992. Click here for his complete obituary.

“Lucky Guy” a play by the late Nora Ephron starring Tom Hanks in his Broadway debut as the late columnist Mike McAlary opened April 1 at the Broadhurst Theater. According to Ben Brantley of The New York Times, the show is “both an elegy and valentine to a vanishing world held dear in the collective imagination of New Yorkers, that of the rough-and-tumble of big-city newsrooms and scoop hungry reporters.”  (The complete review can be found at http://theater.nytimes.com/2013/04/02/theater/reviews/tom-hanks-in-lucky-guy-at-the-broadhurst-theater.html?ref=theater&_r=0)

Frank A. Bennack, Jr., who has been the chief executive of the Hearst Corporation since 1979 is leaving that post and being replaced by Steven R. Swartz, the company’s chief operating officer. Bennack has overseen the diversification of the newspaper and magazine chain into television and other fields. Swartz began as a reporter for The Wall Street Journal and became the Page One editor. He was the founding editor of Smart  Money magazine before joining Hearst in 2001.

McCandlish Phillips, a former reporter for The New York Times, died on April 9 of complications from pneumonia. He was 85. An excellent reporter and skillful writer, he is best remembered for a story he wrote in 1965 revealing the fact that the head of the New York State Ku Klux Klan was born and raised an Orthodox Jew. Phillips, himself an evangelical Christian, left the paper in 1973 to preach the Gospel.
Harold M. Schmeck Jr., a science writer for The New York Times, died on April 1 at the age of 89. His specialty was medical research. In his 32 year career with The Times he covered medical developments from the health of astronauts to mapping the genome.
Paul Williams, considered  by many to be the founding father of rock journalism, died on March 27 at age 64. In 1966 as a freshman in college he created Crawdaddy! , the pop music magazine, and then quit school to turn it into a national publication. After leaving the magazine in 1968, he continued writing about rock music and its performers for various publications  such as Rolling Stone and also wrote a large  number of books on the subject.
Bob Teague, the first black network TV reporter and one of the first in New York, died on March 28. He was 84. He began with ABC in 1962 and switched to WNBC the following year. For more than three decades he worked as a reporter, anchorman and producer.
Anthony Lewis, a two-time Pulitzer Prize winner died on March 25.  He was 85. As a reporter and columnist  for The New York Times he changed way the Supreme Court was covered through his understanding of the law and his ability to interpret their rulings for the reader.
A.B.C. (Cal) Whipple, who held many positions at Time-Life died on March 17. He was 94. He considered his proudest achievement leading the fight to get a photo of non-recognizable, dead American soldiers on a beach in New Guinea into Life in 1943. He had to fight the World War II censors all the way to the White House for permission.
(Complete obituaries of Williams, Teague, Lewis, and Whipple can be found at www.nytimes.com/obituaries)

On Monday, March 18, Columbia University announced that Steve Coll would be the new dean of the Graduate School of Journalism, succeeding Nicholas Lemann.  Coll is a two-time Pulitzer Prize winner. His first, shared with David A. Vise, was in 1990 for a series of articles in the Washington Post about the Securities and Exchange Commission. The second was in 2005 for his book “Ghost Wars: The Secret History of the C.I.A., Afghanistan and Bin Laden, From the Soviet Invasion to September 10, 2001.” He was the managing editor of the Post from 1998 to 2004 overseeing its transition to the Web. He joined the staff of the New Yorker in 2005. In 2007 he was named head of the New America Foundation, a nonpartisan public policy institute. He graduated cum laude from Occidental College in and is a member of Phi Beta Kappa.

On Tuesday, March 19, Sylvia Nasar, a tenured professor and co-director of business journalism, filed a lawsuit accusing Columbia and the journalism school of mishandling funds from a $1.5 million grant. Nasar a former reporter for The New York Times and author of the book “A Beautiful Mind,” is asking for punitive damages. She claims that over time she had to spend $174,000 of her own money for research and other expenses. According to The New York Times, a spokesperson for the school said that they had no comment about matters under litigation. The grant was an award from the Knight Foundation in 1998.   Read more….

Time Warner announced on March 6 that it will spin off Time Inc., its magazine division, to concentrate on movies and cable television. Time Inc., which publishes  Time, Sports Illustrated, People, and Money, among others, will be a separate publicly traded company. The decision was made after negotiations  with Meredith Corporation over the possible acquisition of certain Time Inc. titles collapsed.  Read March 6 here  and March 8 here.

Warren Buffet‘s annual letter to shareholders spelled out his faith in the profitability of newspapers.  Certain newspapers, that is. The complete text of his publishing strategy can be found…Read more

Starting in the fall, the 125-year-old International Herald Tribune will be renamed The International New York Times. At the same time the company will introduce a redesigned Web site aimed at an international audience. According to the article in the Busines Day section of the February 26  paper, The Times is making the change to “focus on its core New York Times newspaper and to build its international presence.” Read more…

A charming personal history of The New York Herald Tribune by Sam Roberts appeared as a City Room column in the New York section of The Times on March 7.  The piece is pegged to the changing of the name of what is now The International Herald Tribune to The International New York Times (see item above) and has lots to say about the relations between those newspapers throughout he years.  Read more…

“In Case You Missed It” is a new feature on this Website that will attempt to call your attention to significant  developments in the news business which you may have overlooked during your busy day. These items could range from start-ups to obituaries, anything that would keep us in touch with our chosen field.

By Bill Diehl

Gloria Steinem received the Silurians Lifetime Achievement Award at a gala dinner at The Players on Dec. 4. President Myron Kandel presented her with a plaque inscribed, “In recognition of a lifetime of excellence as a writer, editor, feminist, and activist, whose advocacy for gender equality has placed her in the pantheon of civil libertarians everywhere.”

Past president Tony Guida introduced Steinem, noting that “Gloria has always defined feminism as a revolution, not a reform. And we all know that revolutions don’t succeed overnight. Sometimes they don’t succeed for years. Sometimes, I guess, they don’t succeed at all. And sadly sexism is still rampant in this culture.”

Guida also quoted a remark that Steinem made in 1962, referring to an article she had written for Esquire, “I’ve never heard a man ask for advice on how to manage a career and marriage.” Her comments were prescient, since a year later Betty Friedan published her groundbreaking manifesto, “The Feminine Mystique.”

Now, 50 years later, Gloria Steinem has not lost a step in fighting for the revolution. “This world of ours has always been ruled by men and what a mess we have made of it,” she told the audience, eliciting cries of “yes,” mostly from women attendees. “It isn’t that women are going to do a better job looking after this world, if we do it by ourselves. No, it’s because we understand now that if a group of men make a decision by themselves, they are more likely to choose the most aggressive solution, even if it’s wrong.  And a group of women are more likely to choose the most conciliatory solution, even if it’s wrong. But if we have a group that really represents humanity as it exists, we are much more likely to have a full range of alternatives.”

Explaining that she was honored to receive the award, Steinem remarked playfully, “First of all it’s for a lifetime, which in my case is now 78, a reminder of age and immortality which I definitely need, because I have a deep conviction that I’m immortal.  And this causes me to plan poorly. Actually I did have another reminder recently when I was campaigning [for Obama]. I was on television a lot and I was trending on twitter, and people thought I was dead, because why else would I be trending on twitter. Then I had one other reminder of mortality but then on top of that here’s this [Silurians] tradition that stretches from [honorees] Walter Cronkite to Ruth Gruber. Gruber is now a hundred and one. So she is my role model, and so I’m into it at least to a hundred.”

“What stirs me up,” Steinem continued, “is the memory of my Mother, who, when I was very little, began to show me how to take a piece of typing paper, fold it into threes, so it was in columns. You could hold it in your hand like a reporter’s notebook, because there were no such things manufactured at the time. And indeed when she tried to be a journalist her very first writing had to be under a man’s name, otherwise she couldn’t be published.  So I suspect that like many women now I am living out the unlived life of my mother. And this is a huge step forward.

“We should be proud of this, but it’s also true that we need to move forward to a time when parents live out their own dreams. And children don’t feel that they have to carry on in order to make up for lost talents and lost lives. I think however that the reason I’m really moved by this [award] is the big one—how much my mother would have loved it. She wanted so much to come to New York, be a journalist here. She would have loved so much to be in your company.”

Citing David Letterman, Steinem then went on to talk about the “Top 10″ reasons she loves journalism. Journalism, she began, is a portable profession, because you can do it almost everywhere. “I once interviewed circus people who told me that the sword swallower is the most revered person in the circus world because he, or she, doesn’t need a high wire or elephants or even a tent. The sword swallower can work wherever it’s possible to attract a crowd. And I think the same is true of us and even more so now that technology has made it possible for us to put words down in different places. We don’t need an elaborate arena. We are the sword swallowers of the professional world.”

As Steinem continued to enumerate her top 10 she said, “Writing allows you to say what you wished you’d said on the spot. For instance, the other day I spent three hours waiting on the tarmac in a plane and finally the pilot offered a movie to pacify us. And the young man next to me said ‘I don’t watch chick flicks.’ I don’t know if I could have challenged him on the spot but when I went home I thought, how about prick flicks! For all the movies that have glorified World War II as the last time we could be both violent and right, I now understand that we have spent more money making films and television series about World War II than we spent on World War II.  And all these shoot-‘em-ups, with no dialogue to translate, and more interest in death than life, and [featuring] women, usually younger, and less clothed than men, is often more appealing. So if I am guided by chick flicks, why not guide fans toward prick flicks, don’t you think?”

Moving to another topic on her list, Steinem cited an editorial meeting she once had at Ms magazine, which she co-founded in 1972 with Letty Pogrebin. “We were looking,” she said “for all the women who had slept their way to wealth and power. . . and we found women who had slept their way — to a nice house and charge cards. But those who slept their way to real power were sons-in-law. And then we made a list of families that had the disaster of not having a son, so they had to find a son-in-law, and it was just fascinating how long this list was. Now we see that [wealthy] women are rebelling against [supporting their husbands] and instead giving millions to women’s groups.

Steinem is still active as a feminist and reformer. Several years ago she founded the Women’s Media Center with Robin Morgan and Jane Fonda to make women more visible and powerful in the media and to provide a level playing field for men and women journalists. “We are beginning to see that there’s no such thing as women’s issues and men’s issues,” she continued. “We have the power to change consciousness, change language.  How great is that. So I hope that we stick together and provide a community for each other, supporting this kind of exploration and purpose. I’m very, very proud to be in this room and I hope that this is just the beginning of any subversive organizing cells.”

After a standing ovation, Steinem answered questions, pointing out that feminism is still a vital movement. Any great movement, she said, has to last a century to be fully absorbed by society. “Now we are striving for legal equality, getting out of labels and we’re only about 40 years into it, and I think when we expect a short span of a movement it’s unrealistic and we have to understand how long it takes.” Young women, she pointed out, are also part of the movement: “Teenage feminists are going after the media big time,” she said, pressuring magazines like Vogue to present women as they are instead of “photo-shopping” their images.

Does Steinem want to run for office? “No, no no!” she said emphatically. “I don’t want to think about sewers and highways. I love working in politics but I would not be a good candidate. Will we have a female president some day? I’m optimistic although it’s slower here than in other countries. Look, I’m a ‘hope-alcoholic.’ That’s what organizers do. As for President Obama, he can frame the atmosphere on reproductive freedom. He can do that from his bully pulpit. It’s a fundamental human right, like freedom of speech. And  we haven’t done that yet.”

July 7th, 2011

By Pat Fenton  -  from the Irish Times Online

Breslin is back at the Daily News and Pete Hamill has a new book out that everybody is talking about, “Tabloid City.” And that’s good news, but sadly, both events also remind me that something important to Irish culture is slipping away from us. The sort of journalism they both perfected as they wrote stories in the Daily News and the New York Post about the city’s Irish working-class neighborhoods is fading away. And so are some of the Irish neighborhoods they wrote about.

The first time I ever read a newspaper column by Pete Hamill I was sitting in Kerrigan’s bar in Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn one afternoon, reading the New York Post. It was in the 1960s, and I had just come home from two years in the Army. I was 22.

I didn’t know who Pete Hamill was, but I couldn’t stop reading what he was writing about our neighborhood. He was writing about the factories on  7th Avenue, about the local bars like Farrell’s on 16th Street and 9th Avenue, and how his father from Belfast, Ireland, drank there. My father from Galway, Ireland, drank there too.

I remember holding up the Post, a liberal newspaper at that time and hated in our conservative neighborhood, and asking the bartender if he knew who this guy Pete Hamill was. And I remember what he said to me.  ”He’s that effing Communist from down on 7th Avenue. And he went to Holy Name School, too,” he said, shaking his head, as he mentioned the parochial school we all went to. He said more, but I don’t remember it.

All that stuck in my mind was that he was writing about us. Our world. And I knew then for the first time that I wanted to be a writer.

The sort of writing he was doing, picking up on Irish-American working-class stories in his journalism where James T. Farrell left off in his fiction with his Studs Lonigan trilogy is disappearing.

His Studs Lonigan could have been a local legend in Windsor Terrace that he wrote about in his columns, a dock worker named Noonan Taylor, who some said was the toughest man in Brooklyn. He wrote about bar fights, and drinking your fill of whiskey and beer on the weekends after a week of back breaking, labor in the factories of the neighborhood, and slow dancing with the neighborhood girls on Saturday nights down in places like the Caton Inn on Coney Island Avenue as the song “Dream,” by Jo Stafford, played over and over again on the juke box.

The late Jimmy Cannon was probably one of the first Irish-American journalists to cross the vague line that bordered fiction and factual writing in newspapers, and doing it before anyone ever heard the term “New Journalism.”

After Cannon came a long list of other Irish-American journalists like: Hamill, Jimmy Breslin, Joe Flaherty, Dennis Duggan, Jack Deacy, Jim Dwyer, Dan Barry and T. J. English, all of them with their own story to tell about New York’s Irish working-class.

Before Joe Flaherty got his first by-line, he worked as a longshoreman on the docks of Red Hook, Brooklyn, unloading grain bags as a member of the union his late father was the president of, Local 1266 of the Grain Handlers.

Flaherty, who wrote for the Village Voice, and sadly died too young, was no doubt one of the best of them. He once told me that “if you really want to find out about this city go out and talk to a guy who cuts meat for a living. Talk to a guy who makes a living behind the stick of a bar. They’ll tell you what’s really wrong with it. They know more about it than any politician.”

Their beat was up in the bars of Bainbridge Avenue in the Bronx, it was Beach 116th Street in Rockaway, and places like 9th Avenue down in Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn, that once had Irish saloons on both corners of 17th Street, Kerrigan’s and McNulty’s, it was T.J. English’s Hell’s Kitchen, and Breslin’s Queens Boulevard, lined with bars and cocktail lounges all the way down to the entrance of the 59th Street Bridge — bars where stories of the city were told again and again over whiskey and beer on Saturday nights.

They were all writing about the ordinary ruck of life that existed in these places. The Daily News, where Breslin worked for more than a decade, probably has two of the last of that genre of writers left, Denis Hamill and Michael Daly.

I got to know Breslin after I had a story published in New York Magazine in 1973. It was called “Confessions of a Working-Stiff,” about my years of working as a cargo-man out in Kennedy Airport for Seaboard World Airlines.

He was always telling me to write a book. One afternoon when we were drinking in a rough, cargo man’s bar called the Owl, near Kennedy Airport, I told him that I had gone to the library and took out a book on how to write a novel.

I had been working with him on an idea he had about turning the world of cargo men at Kennedy Airport into a pilot for a television series.

I remember him uttering a string of curses under his breath and then barking at me in that gravelly Breslin voice that turned every head in the bar, “Jesus, you don’t read a book on writing a book; you just write it.”

I tried to spit out that I just wanted to get an idea of how many chapters a novel should be, how long it should be, but he would have none of it as he shook his head in annoyance. “Don’t worry. You’ll know when it’s done.”

After that outburst, I was nearly afraid to ask him my next question.  Would he sign a first edition I brought with me of his novel “World Without End, Amen”? He took some time writing in it, so I asked him what he wrote. He just barked, “Never mind. Read it later.” And he slammed it shut.

When I got home, I opened it up and read the words, “May 11, 1978. For Pat Fenton. Who should simply sit down and start writing 2 pages a day for the next year. Sincerely, Jimmy Breslin.”

Some Saturday afternoons I would just walk into the old Daily News building on 42nd Street, and take an elevator up to the floor he was on. This was in the 1970s, before metal scanners. He would be sitting alone in a glass fronted, small office at the end of a long hall. I would watch him struggle with his newspaper column with the pressure of a deadline pushing on him. He would stop every now and then and scream at me, “Answer the phone.”

His coat would be thrown over a chair and his tie would be hanging unmade around his neck, as if he was getting ready for a bar fight rather than the creative act of writing. The sweat would roll down his head in beads and all along his desk, and on the floor there would be piles of crumpled paper with his discarded words. With the intensity of a bullfighter, he would stare at the typewriter that held paper covered with his pen marks.

When he was finished writing, he would sit back in his chair and read his copy to an editor over the phone, and the story would appear in that night’s Bulldog edition of the Sunday Daily News with all the smoothness and spontaneity of a great barroom tale.

Then he would knot up his tie again, walk out of the Daily News building, hail a cab, and wave as he disappeared into the streets of the city.

Today, the sort of Irish working-class journalism that he, Jimmy Cannon, and Pete Hamill came out of is also disappearing, and so is the world that nurtured it. Glasses up to the lot of them.

Once in a while when the subject comes up, I inform the inquisitive that the most formative period in my life so far was my twenties and thirties,when I was raised by itinerant prizefighters, baseball players and the sportswriters who covered them: those who did well and neer-do-wells, trainers of champions and their opponents, and ball players who sometimes made foolish errors on and off the field. Like a sticky-fingered thief, I slipped into rooms of their souls to steal their stories and repurpose them into my own.

Willie Randolph

Ray Arcel

Artemio Colon

            At the non-quite yet half-century mark, I find myself bereft of an acknowledgment to the men and women who have helped shape, inspire, propel, encourage and even discourage me, and who are no longer with us. (The living are another story.) But at least half a dozen times a year, someone’s obituary appears and this part of my life reappears once again, only to disappear at the turn of a page or the click of a link on a website.

Leon Spinks

Eddie Futch and Michael Spinks

Jose Torres

Irving Rudd

Along the way, the men and women I met lived through times we will never see again. They were trailblazers and groundbreakers, some working for newspapers no longer in existence or carving out careers during the early days of television. I owe them my education, from the clever and witty press agent Irving Rudd, a Damon Runyon character who wore a 1955 Dodgers World Series ring and handled publicity for the Dodgers before they left Brooklyn, and then moved over to boxing; New York Post sportswriter Leonard Lewin who sat next to me ringside and who had more years of experience thanI was old; the writer Marshall Frady whose crisp, elegant writing I only came to appreciate long after we both worked for the ABC News documentary unit; sports producerAmy Sacks and Eleanor Sanger, the first female network sports producer, whose creativity as producers at ABC Sports were limitless; the quiet, courtly and reflective boxing trainer, Eddie Futch; Daily News sports columnist Vic Ziegel; former prizefighters Danny Kapilow and Tino Raino of Ring 8; the humorous and sly boxing trainer Jimmy O’Pharrow from Starrett City, Brooklyn; Minnesota Twins baseball player Kirby Puckett, whose eyes shone with enthusiasm before he self-destructed; former White House press secretary and ABC News correspondent Pierre Salinger, who left me reeling from his cigar smoke; the uncontainable and seemingly invincible boxing champion and writer Jose Torres; the fiery Jack Newfield; writer Barney Nagler, who first refused me admission to the Boxing Writers Association and then, later, called me fearless; quiet boxing champion Floyd Patterson; cartoonist Bill Gallo, who offered, and gave me, me his unconditional support; Madison Square Garden boxing president John Condon, who gave me the opportunity to photograph at the Garden; writer Bill Heinz, who shared writing tips with me pounded out on an old manual typewriter; sportscaster Don Dunphy; writer Budd Schulberg; the classy Joan O’Sullivan and the feisty New York Times reporter Edith Evans Asbury, both of whom I met at the Newswomen’s Club; Carl Nesfield, managing editor of the black weekly newspaper, Big Red, who knew what it was like to be an outsider; Manuel de Dios Unanue, who offered me my first steady gig when he was the editor-in-chief of El Diario-La Prensa, even though I didn’t speak much Spanish; sportswriter Victor Calderone, who recommended me to Manuel; and Mickey Mantle, who conducted the interview with a drink in his hand and hoped that I would “do good in radio.”

Victor Calderon and Rene Cubas

Bobby Murcer

Ira Becker, the owner of Gleason’s Gym on 30^th Street, forced me to pay admission a couple of times before I was accepted; Yankees shortstop and broadcaster Phil Rizzuto was quite a character while outfielder turned sportscaster Bobby Murcer sent me to an art gallery; Dick Sandler, the sports editor of Newsday, gave me a chance to write for his paper while irrepressible Will Lieberson, who gave early roles to Dustin Hoffman and Jane Curtin,directed Broadway and off-Broadway shows and reported for the Armed Forces, regaled me with stories about the theater. From ABC News, the producer Steve Fleischman, who was married to film editor Dede Allen, spoke about the business of television; Emmy award winning producer and director Tom Priestley; Judy Crichton, whose legacy in television can never be matched, introduced me to her husband, novelist Robert Crichton, my first meeting with a real author; film editor Nils Rasmussen, who introduced me to the work of his late wife, Life magazine photographer Lisa Larsen, who photographed fashion, Khrushchev and documented refugees, among other subjects; videotape editor Walter Essenfeld who treated production assistants with the same respect as veteran news correspondents; ABC News correspondent Jules Bergman, who recommended books about science; Kitty Lynch of the ABC News Library, who stretched in the ladies room every day at three p.m. wearing a little black dress and perfectly coiffed hair and reading glasses.

Pete Sheehy

Tim Stoddard

Roberto Duran

Marvin Kohn