The publisher’s daughter

Just learned that she is going to sit about 10 feet away from my desk when she arrives to do a summer internship.

This might be just the inspiration I need to finally accomplish my goal of cleaning up my language.

But would I deprive her of an authentic newsroom experience if I start saying things like “Aw, fudge”?

I’ll have to mull this.

Of course, she probably won’t be coming in quite so early as I do, so I’ll still have a window of free speech.

And for all I know, she is not an easily offended young lady.

In any event, there is a precedent for my minding my manners in her presence. I sat near her family once at the Cathedral of St. John the Evangelist. She was an infant, as I recall. And, to the best of my recollection, I didn’t curse once during the entire service.