In honor of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer and dads everywhere, a photo of a friend’s father, Martin P. Works, carrying out his surname as a reporter (beat: “cops and fires and horrible accidents”) at the P-I in the 1970s—back in the day when you were EXPECTED to smoke AT YOUR DESK and EXPECTED to GET DRUNK at lunch.
Photo courtesy of Brendan Works; bonus photo after the jump.
“This one my dad wrote on the back, ‘Martin P. Works hard at work in newsroom of Seattle Post Intelligencer 6th and Wall approx 1970.'”
I didn’t know Steve Buscemi worked at the PI?
My first issue of the Times arrived this morning and I am irritated. It is annoying to see the stories it features are either inane (is Satan real?) or just not interesting. At this rate we will be newspaper free within the next couple years.
That’s not Steve Buscemi, it’s Michael Seiwerath.
RIght before throwin’ down widda winae
Did anyone in the 70’s wash their hair?
Thanks for providing the pictures of Uncle Marty, Brendan! That is one awesome tie.
How about some critique of the new, “cutting-edge” seattlepi.com? So far, it’s laughable — a couple of blog items, a couple of boring columns from boring people, and stories that have been there for three days.
I got my first issue of the Times this morning. Definitely tabloid flavored. Rather than tagging it as the bizarre cultural phenomenon it is, here’s a “reporter” talking about the great Satan debate coming to Ballard: “The topic can be particularly relevant in troubled times such as these, when people are looking for explanations for economic chaos.”
I would say any newsworthiness would lie more in the occurrence of the debate despite the topic’s total LACK of relevance to reality and the causes of the current economic crisis.
Anyway, if this is the best the Times can do to woo me over, we won’t be renewing, even for the sports…
That’s what journalism is all about.
I keep wondering if local broadcast news will have to cut the time of their news programs as a result of one of their major news sources apparently drying up and blowing away.
I really wish the days of smoking at your desk and drinking at lunch were still around.
At least women knew their place back then….
Friend Marty and I, who worked together, were among the last two – if not the last two – P-I copy boys to work our ways up as reporters. After that, everybody entered through the front door all serious, with a mandatory degree. You can see the results today.
Rick Anderson, Seattle Weekly