Which Reminds Me

Many years ago when I first started working at the newspaper company in Deerfield Beach I remember that there was a sports writers whose name I cannot recall whose desk meant he sat with his back to mine and I to his. Not long afterwards he was fired, thankfully, to the relief of everyone who tired of his constant chitter-chatter. As he was leaving the building he was throwing his leftover business cards all over the place but even so I did not keep one for memory's sake. I would rather just forget about him.