From EW's Feb. 5 issue, in an article about why nobody has bothered to do another Fletch movie:
Gregord Mcdonald created the character of Irwin Maurice Fletcher while working as a journalist for The Boston Globe. The Harvard-educated Mcdonald joined the paper in 1966 and was given what sounds like the best job in the world -- or in journalism at least. "Go and have fun and write about it," his editor instructed him. "And if you end up cut and bleeding on the sidewalk, call the office." Over the next few years, Mcdonald reported from both sides of society's suddenly chasm-like generation gap, writing about John Wayne, war protesters, Vietnam vets, and On the Road author Jack Kerouac, with whom he went barhopping.
1. People used to get a paycheck for that? Shit, the '60s were a fuckin' fantasy land.
2. Which editor decided that EW readers need to be reminded who Jack Kerouac is?