Ice to Come Home to
I have a couple of good headlines in the first edition of tomorrow's paper.
For a gossip section that begins with a story of hotel workers searching an elevator shaft for a lost diamond earring, which they found, I got to refer to one of my favorite Gershwin songs. Stretched over the top of two pages, it reads:
ICE WORK IF YOU CAN GET ITFor a story about the Roosevelt Island Tram's no longer accepting transit tokens (it was the last holdout in the MTA system), I wrote something that my boss appreciated—he said it's good for us to be a little literary once in a while:
The ride not token
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