The hardreading staff yields to no man in its respect for the journalism at the Boston Globe. But this Sunday’s edition struck us as a bit odd.
Page One, via the Newseum’s Today’s Front Pages:
The Medicare windfall piece? Excellent.
Then there’s the Camp Menino feature, which reads like a really long press release from City Hall.
Not to mention this OCD graphic of Tom Menino’s rehab floor plan at the city-financed Parkman House:
Next up: This takedown of New England Law dean John F. O’Brien, which reads like a really long hit from . . . who knows?
Not too mention this drive-by graphic:
I am standing in the alligator pit. This is not a euphemism. About 10 feet away, a dozen gators slowly swirl around an ankle-deep pool of swamp water. My job: Walk in, haul one of these critters onto a patch of sand, and tackle him before he flips me into the famed “death roll.”
At times like these, I have flashes of my real life — Boston Globe arts reporter, husband, father of two — and I consider the absurdity of the moment. I’ve wrestled with some elusive sources over the years, but never one who could bite my arms off.
What follows is essentially an infomercial for the show Edgers has produced.
The headscratching staff says: