Quite an evocative photo from the archives of J.C. Burns, longtime friend of NN.C, as well as NN and everyone else in the co-prosperity sphere. You know, it occurs to me that some of you may doubt the stories I tell here: Oh yeah, she says she was a columnist. But was she really? Well, suckahs, here’s the proof. My own rack card. Note the awkward language: “Tuesdays, Thursdays, Friday and Saturdays.” (Only one Friday, evidently.) And that was an improvement; on my first rack card, they actually misspelled my name. But I wrote four days a week. Take that, Maureen Dowd.
It was so, so long ago: August 6, 1990, from J.C.’s Quicken records and the metadata, aka the headlines you can see in the window (“Bush disputes Iraqi pullout in Kuwait” and “Marines rescue Americans from Liberian capital”). And check out the rack card on the Journal’s box: “The fastest-growing daily newspaper in Indiana!” (Nowadays it would say, “Dying at a somewhat slower rate than the others.”)
Who was this person? I barely know her anymore. No wedding ring, liked neutral colors. Lived in a rented house on Buell Drive. Beyond that, hard to say.