Journalists: It appears we have “a prince” in our midst. No, not Prince in our midst. I said, “a prince” in our midst. Last week’s Oregonian story about Sheriff Bernie Giusto and his lousy jails was bylined, “ARTHUR GREGG SULZBERGER and ANNA GRIFFIN”. While Anna is of course formidable in her own right, Junior Sulzberger, unless I’m mistaken, is the son of Arthur Ochs Sulberger Jr. , who became publisher of the New York Times in 1992, and chairman of the New York Times Company in 1997. From Wikipedia:

In January 1993 Sulzberger announced a ten-percent cut in the paper’s workforce, earning the nickname “Pinch” (which played on his father’s nickname “Punch”), used with derisive intent.

So, it’s from “Punch”, to “Pinch”, to “Prince”? All I’m saying is: people like this are of mythic status to me. You’ve heard of them, you read about them in Fitzgerald novels, but to actually meet one? Crikey. That’d be Great, Gatsby. Prince, give us a call. Let’s go for a beer…I promise not to mention Jack Hart (that pompous weasel) or what I think of him (sorry…it just slipped out). It’s…503 294 0840. ext 246.

Ps:”Prince,” I’m sorry I chose the only Prince illustration with “small club” written across it. That was in no way a reference to “Le Petit Prince”, your stature, etcetera—in fact, I bet you’re 6’5”!! And statuesque!

Call me ;) xx