And so, as many have gone before him, the intrepid reporter, who enjoyed a whiz bang career in the city, borne of salt, finds his career, ballyhooed by some, reviled by others, at an end. And while many have disliked this laddy buck's stylistic idiosyncrasies, which set him apart from his fellow compatriots toiling in thankless obscurity behind steampunk typewriters, his op ed pieces never failed to elicit reactions from his central, New York, a,u,d,i,e,n,c,e. And at the end of the day, as the span of a career transitions from daytime to a plumb twilight, on ebon wings towards retirement, is that not the true measure of a journalist? The answer is no.
