Not Me, Boss
April, 2001
My First Boss, a man by the name of Mike, was in charge of what were then called copyboys at a major Chicago newspaper. Mike was a short, tough, hard-drinking guy who looked like a bulldog and expected to be obeyed without any arguments.It was our job as copyboys to do the basic tasks no one else wanted to do, such as fetching coffee and doughnuts for journalists or taking newspaper copy from one editor to another in the city room or pulling old stories and photos from the files for the reporter...
