The folder is there, as always. Old. Dusty. My office is crammed with papers, open books, yesterday’s research and folders stacked with no sense of organization.
This particular folder took a moment to find. I had not seen it in years other than to toss it into another pile of other folders in some new drawer in the latest attempt at organization.
There it was: The Larry King folder. Six transcribed pages of typewritten notes from when, working on a book on the 1972 Dolphins, I interviewed the grand interviewer.
This might have got lost as his star rose across America, but there was a reason King was seen on occasion in recent years at some sports-styled interview wearing a No.