For the last year or so, the view off the port side of my old faithful eMac has been the proud profile of one Matt Davis. Over the months I’ve watched him work—barking bold questions into his telephone, cursing, pounding away at his keyboard, and eating incredibly offensive lunches involving smelly fish.
I do have to thank him for being one of my biggest supporters (dare I call him a fan?). The third-person Olympic Provisions prose? Wouldn’t have done it if Davis hadn’t said it was a “brilliant” idea. Having a blog post getting picked up by Jezebel? Wouldn’t have happened if Davis hadn’t pushed me to do some actual reporting. So I guess, in hindsight, his influence has been a mixed bag. Never-the-less, I’ve learned a great deal from the fellow.
It’s been a pleasure working with, and occasionally eating with, the voracious British newshound. I hope NOLA is prepared for him. I know I’m not quite prepared to see him go.
Best of luck, Matt. Save some gumbo for me.
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