Nixon’s Enemies and My Triumph

 

Never forget. The press is the enemy. The establishment is the enemy. The professors are the enemy. Professors are the enemy! Write that on a blackboard 100 times and never forget it.

– Richard Nixon to Henry Kissinger in the Oval Office, December 14, 1972

 

At last something I wrote has achieved immortality – I’ve tried so many times to get a question in the Steelers Q & A feature in the online Pittsburgh Post Gazette that it came as quite a shock when I finally saw my words in print, offered to the curious Steeler Nation:

http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/08343/933700-367.stm

It’s funny that when asked my hometown I still say Pittsburgh even though I’ve now lived here longer than I did there – to me your hometown is where you were born. I also think, based on past rejections, that the editor might have something against Ann Arbor, probably because of what we did to Penn State a few years ago.

 

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4 Responses to Nixon’s Enemies and My Triumph

  1. Stella says:

    Congratulations. Your name looks great in greek.

  2. UBU says:

    It’s not Greek, it’s Scotch. A certain crooked politician’s father changed his name from Anagnostopoulos and thence doomed a noble moniker to be popularly misunderstood to be Greek (not that there’s anything wrong with that). It’s good when I order take out Gyros though…

  3. Stella says:

    crap. As usual I fail at funny. I was intimating that other than your name it was all Greek to me.

  4. UBU says:

    Sorry, my bad…I guess since Spiro I’ve been hypersensitive about the Greek thing…

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