438: Margalit Fox

For years, the obituaries she wrote for The New York Times were the first thing I’d read in the paper—elegant little biographies, exemplary work in a form that she says was once “the scarlet O you wore on your dress that said, I’m a bad writer but the paper doesn’t quite have enough on me to be able to fire me.” 

Person: Alden Whitman
Place: a railroad-station café
Thing: a spinning wheel
Randy’s Person: Hugh Martin

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