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As I write this dispatch, I'm staring at a bare wall on which is pasted a single white page reading "13.346A." It's my nameplate. On my desk are about a ream's worth of documents and a large cardboard box labeled "office supplies"; I don't have a key to my desk. I'm typing quickly because I'll soon be due at a meeting down the hall--and since I don't have a card key yet, I'll have to walk through the reception area and around the perimeter of the very large building.
They do know how to treat a guy in corporate America.
Madrid and Jenny have a few things to say about how they treat a girl in the world of secondary education--and they'll be mighty eager to share them if you join us for their PubNight celebrating the last night of the school year. At their suggestion, we're returning (after more than five years, PN #244) to No Malice Palace, a space described on citysearch as both "cavernous" and "intimate." Contradictions intrigue me.
(A birthday yell to Mr. Dan Boland, who graciously deferred his celebratory PN for two weeks to allow proper recognition of the last day of school as the holy occasion it is. For now, Dan would like to put out a general invitation to pubnighters to join him at Xth Avenue Lounge on Thursday, June 29, to mark the occasion. I hear the frozen cosmos calling my name....
See you there!
-Mike, the Triumvirate, Madrid, Jenny, and Bill Lumbergh