"He instinctively can find the shining greatness of our American culture and does a good job of highlighting it (although he also does have those rare lapses when he writes about hockey, but that is something caused by impurities in the Eastern waters or something)." Erik Keilholtz
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Mark C. N. Sullivan is an editor at a Massachusetts university. He is married and the father of three children. Email
Wednesday, August 21, 2002 George Embrey loved the President.
Nixon had a habit, whenever he got into his helicopter at the airport, of going to the window for a moment and waving at the crowd. George Embrey [of the Columbus Dispatch] was the only member of the press who would always wave back.
"Goodbye," he would cry softly as the helicopter started to take Nixon away, "Goodbye!"
Embrey was a blank-faced, clean-cut man who wore white shirts, striped ties, neat suits, well-shined shoes; he spent a great deal of time at the National Press Club bar, soliciting votes to become the club's secretary. He liked pool assignments, and once blew up at Ziegler for not letting him follow Nixon out of the kitchen exit of a hotel. "My job is to stay with him at all times!" said Embry. What he really wanted, many of his colleagues thought, was to become a Secret Service man.
From The Boys on the Bus, by Timothy Crouse, 1972.
Sycophancy is unseemly in a journalist covering a president.