Given that I currently gain a large portion of my income from assisting, I get a kick when the old timers start going with the tales. Reciprocity Failure has one such tale that starts (in my imagination) “When I was your age, Sonny, we had to walk 50 miles through the snow, uphill both ways…”
All kidding aside, though, I can’t count the number of times I’ve wanted to pull a stunt like this:
So I smiled at his self satisfied mug as I repositioned the office typewriter from his desk onto my shoulder (that’s right kids, computers were just a gleam in your mother’s eyes), walked out the studio, and slept soundly every Sunday morning since.
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