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Patricia Sullivan: … my red-sportscar-driving ex-supervisor recalls the days and nights at 315 Pacific in the latest Montana Journalism Review. I came onboard just after December’s Tahoe bus ride; my last day was April 14. On a delayed honeymoon a week later, I tried to send a “wish you were here” note from atop the Space Needle. (The Ricochet 28kpbs service I had at the time was fine; my laptop battery, well … shrug) After getting home and settling in, I got my phone turned on at my desk and dropped her a line with my new number and address. She sent me an e-mail teasing me: “16th floor? You’re suffering from altitude sickness!”

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