WOLD in Cincinnati

“That’s Pleasant Hill Farm retirement community, where some of our retired rich and famous live. Its most famous occupant, Lana Koppler is 90, and she hasn’t been located. I want you at that campus to find her and get a quote. You’re comfortable interviewing elders. Our young reporters are not. That’s what you do best. It’s that simple.” Turning back to Cook he said, “I’m betting my next week’s pay that J.P. here, your new hire, might get an interview with Lana our young reporters won’t, providing she’s OK. It would be an exclusive for us.” “Our new hire?” J.P. heard that through the madness of this scene. But was this notorious bad-tempered managing editor Andy Stokes insane? J.P. hadn’t finished her job interview. Cook hadn’t hired her. But Cook apparently agreed with Andy. “Brilliant idea Andy. J.P., yes, you’re hired. We’d decided that before you arrived today. Your credentials are impressive. So go with Andy. He’s on to a great idea.” “Get up. Let’s go,” Stokes commanded Jennifer, obviously used to being immediately obeyed by reporters. She felt one of her stress headaches approaching. * * * On day two of her new job J. P. made a sharp left turn off the elevator to the revamped women’s department, now Leisure Plus. Its newsroom layout featured many small cubicles, resembling a build-a-better-mousetrap design. A glass partition at the end was Jennifer’s destination—to talk with the editor boss. A sign on the door said “Sylvia Briggs, Leisure Plus editor.’’ Finally, J.P. thought, some answers after yesterday’s madcap day where she observed a minor fire and actually met The Farm’s prime resident, multi-millionaire Lana Koppler, who J.P. discovered seemed a lot younger than 90 or at least in mental acuity.