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Show are no full time jobs. One day I'm walking along the street. The New York Post by the way was on West Street near Rector Street. I'm walking up to the subway station and encountered a fellow I'd known in college. His name was Dick Pack, Richard Pack. By the way, I should point out that most of the people I went to college with, very few of them ever taught. The ones in art got involved with museums or art galleries. One fellow, Lerner, became the director of the Hirsch museum. Another, Milton Brown has written books on art. Others painted some. One went to Hollywood. Worked as a scenic designer. But not too rrany of them ever taught. There weren't that many teaching jobs. But I'm walking along a street and I encounter this chap, Richard Pack and I said, "What are you doing? I thought you were working in Macy's in the window. Displayer advertising department." He said, "No, I got a job at the City Radio Station, ~7NYC." Ee says, "Hey, you're working at the New York Pest." I didn't tell him I wasn't working full time. I said, "Yeah." He said, "Gee, you could be a real help to me. This job, I just got it, vmYC. Part of it consists of running the news department. I'm in charge of continuity, publicity and news." And he says, "We're over in the t-~unicipal Building." Which \vas two blocks away. P.e said, "I'm having a real probleffi. Vo you know anything about teletype machines?" I said, "I knc~v all abcut teletype machines. One thing you do at a newspaper if you're a kid, part time or 18 |
