A journalist in Philadelphia is interested in doing a story on a La Salle project that involves our students tutoring at a city middle school. The program is held on Wednesdays, and there are 3 more until the end of the semester (after which our students in the program take a break to get ready for finals). This journalist is pretty busy and said they can probably make the last Wednesday; I have no problem with that, but if something comes up and it falls through, then I'll have to wait another six to eight weeks before the journalist can visit the site again. Such are the hazards of this profession.
I just learned that a story in Philadelphia Metro about our MA program in Psychology was published; it was written by Rachel Vigoda, daughter of the late Ralph Vigoda, who was an Inquirer reporter. Ralph died several years ago at 53, and I will always be grateful for his professionalism and assistance. If I pitched a story to Ralph, he'd listen and if he liked it, fine, and if he didn't, he didn't wavering for days and days. If he thought another writer at the paper would be interested in doing that, he would tell me who to approach. I don't think I'm going overboard here, but the Inquirer and its readers lost something special when he died.
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