Never give up

What I find so hysterical and heartwarming is how many people have taken a genuine interest in my fascination with the New York Times. The other day I received an out-of the-blue email from a guy I’ve never met before. He lives in New York City and has a friend who fetches coffee for staff at the Times. He emailed to tell me he contacted his friend on my behalf and unfortunately she has no pull. I couldn’t help but chuckle when I read his email. How very sweet it is that people I barely know are looking out for me. And at the same, it’s so funny that people I barely know must think I’m absolutely crazy.

I received a similar email a few weeks ago when a friend asked his friend who supposedly knew someone who worked at the Times if they had any pull. My friend emailed to say that while this friend of a friend worked at the Times, they worked in the mail room or something, and hence had no pull.

When M and I met with the band not long ago, the band leader also was ready to pull some strings for me. After I told her the story of how we got engaged, and she told me she got engaged the very same way, but on the cover of the Daily News, she began to rattle off a list of contacts. She thought for sure her neighbor, an ad sales exec for the Times, would have some pull. So now an intern, a mail room clerk and an ad sales exec have all heard my case. Sounds promising, no?

So if you happen to know a janitor or a secretary at the Times, please, please, please tell them you know me. The paper boy might be a good in too.
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This weekend M and I had our auf ruf, a pre-wedding ceremony. It’s basically an excuse in the Jewish religion for the congregation to nail the bride and groom with candy. I got scratched in the head with a flying Sunkist jelly by none other than my future brother in law. Nice.