Paragraph(s) of the day from A Different Closet
Bill Seale approved the final run of the Sunday edition of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch the night before, after he read the major stories on a computer screen and then on a proof, but somehow this paper before him on his kitchen table, with coffee boiling and bacon and grated potatoes sizzling under Elsie’s direction fifteen feet away, seemed as fresh to him as Sunday papers had when he was a boy in Alabama, when he first began to dream the glorious dreams of a reporter. This front-page story by Noel Kelleher came close to reproducing exactly what Seale witnessed the previous afternoon. “Elsie, I’m here to tell you that what I saw and heard yesterday was the best reaction to a speech I ever eyewitnessed, and you can feel that in Noel’s story here. Keith was like a rock-and-roll star out there. I ain’t sayin he gave any kind of great speech. I’m hardly a judge of that, but his timin was dead on the mark, and he told them people exactly what they wanted to hear.”
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