Our newsroom has a door. But that’s not the point of this post. Over the years, this door has become more than just a way in or out, or something that occasionally gets “stuck” with our editor on the other side. It has also become a Mecca of sorts. A place where journalists since the 1970s have taped, glued and pasted headlines that are either badly written, clever or misspelled.
It is a beacon, really, harkening us into the jagged rocks.
Since I can’t afford to fly all of you here to see it, and because there are still many of you who did not receive the Mexican mocha I sent after my 100th post, I have nixed the idea of detaching the door and sending it to each of you to see for yourselves. Therefore, starting today, I’ll be coming to your homes or places of employment to show you my Door of Shame, Blame and Brilliance favorites. It will be just like having me standing there with my door. Except, you know — I’ll be doing it from here.
The first entry from the The Door is a headline that I think is possibly the best headline in the history of newspapers. It does what a headline is supposed to do, which is sum up the point of the article in one eye-catching moment.
I love it!! It made me think of them dancing around in a sort of conga line, to celebrate their success. I can’t wait to read more of these. Waiting with bated breath…not to be confused with baited breath, of course…for the next one!
I love the conga line image, Hahaha! Glad you like The Door. It’s fun for me, too 🙂
Fabulous! I can’t wait to see more of the door.
Thanks! It’s fun giving it the spotlight 😉
I love the door and the headline. I like it so much I’m thinking of changing my name-first, middle and last- Cha Cha Cha. It is so me or the alter me!
LOL! 🙂