I got to the Los Angeles Times building and went in. It was after hours but the night watchman let me in. He knew me from the many times I'd come to pick up Rebecca.
"Evening, Mr. Randolph," he said as he opened the door after unlocking it.
"Hello, Pete. How are the kids?" I asked. I hoped he'd just give me an idea as to their general health and not roll out a laundry list of ailments and/or accomplishments.
"They're fine, Mr. Randolph. Thanks for asking," he said.
I nodded and smiled, taking the elevator up to the bullpen...
Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
Phew...you dodged another bullet there Jake! Imagine he'd trotted out all the family woes...
Christopher over 6 years ago
And pictures of his plump, pimple-faced kids. :(