Reporter's Notebook
March, 1987
At eye level on the wall of my office is a poster for the Thirties antimarijuana film Reefer Madness. Women Cry For It—Men Die For It! blares the poster, whose lower-left-hand corner features a wild woman dancer transported in Drug-Crazed Abandon. A cloud of deadly smoke wafts toward the upper-left corner, warning, Adults Only!I keep the poster there as a reality test. Whenever I read a certain kind of story, filled with a certain kind of outrageous anecdote, my eyes drift toward it, and I think...
