Joe McQuaid's Publisher's Notebook: Up here, or down South, it pays to be clear
Our company's vice president for advertising accompanied me to a meeting of independently owned newspapers in Charleston, S.C., earlier this month.
Nice city, Charleston. Great history (S.C. was the first state to secede.) Great food. Nice people, including Jenny Sanford, whose name might ring a political bell. It was her ex-husband who said he was hiking the Appalachian Trail a few years ago when he was actually visiting his South American mistress.
Some southerners have drawls but the ones I met were pretty easy to understand. My ad director, Nick, is another story. He is British and it takes a little time to understand his accent. He, surprisingly, says I am the one with the accent.
Which reminded me of George Bernard Shaw's line that Americans and British are two peoples separated by a common language.
She looked at me as if I had two heads.
"He doesn't have enough to worry about already?" she asked. "He should have to take care of a dog that is also a diabetic?''
Meanwhile, I wish the lady of the house would be clearer about other family critters.
She told me the other day that we would be watching the former rugrat's pooch while he and his bride were out of town for a few days.
This is the kind of "wish" I have learned to make my command.
I just wish she had been a bit clearer in her request.
This is not a dog to be "walked." Walking this thing, allegedly a Basset Hound, was the equivalent of attaching a leash to a heavy bag of sand and pulling it around the block. Actually, the sand might have been more mobile.