amid all of tonight's technical troubles, things got so bad that i had to call up bob, our composing director to come in and help me send the raw data files to the printing press. bob has been at our paper for like 55 years (i think he once told me started out as an apprentice at like 14 or something). he's been through it all. basically watched the newspaper press evolve straight from gutenberg to the "space age" as he puts it. here i am, a young schmuck, waking him up at like midnight and calling him in. he was a good, good sport about it. we need to cue the old budweiser "real american heroes" music.
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