Reporter Paul Kane of the Washington Post obsesses about the Fightin' Blue Hens.
Kane holds a BA from the University of Delaware -- but a BA in exactly what has never been revealed to the public. Some say he studied such subfusc subjects as the mechanics of jellied eels and the entomology of gutta-percha. The most common explanation is that his BA stands for 'Back Again,' because most of his professors had a strong hunch he would have to repeat their classes. Kane remains mute on the matter, except to say that there's only one goose to the gander and keeping your nose clean is more a matter of mind than of kleenex.
Kane has many interests outside of the office, but here again he has steadfastly refused to ever tell anyone, even his immediate family, what those interests are. We can only assume he plays bongos and is working on a petition to ban evaporated milk from all pumpkin pie recipes.
Coworkers say Kane often talks about retiring from the hurly-burly of journalism to move to Portugal so he can pick lint off of merino wool sweaters.
Kane's obsession with Delaware's Fightin' Blue Hens is so strong that he keeps a dozen of them in a small wire coop next to his desk at the newspaper. Whenever his team wins he roasts one for celebration -- and whenever his team loses he roasts two for consolation. He is working with NASA to send a Blue Hen to the Blue Moon of cliched fame.
His middle name is not Clarence, thank goodness.
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