He was asking thoughtful questions and paying attention to the answers.
Curiosity was one of the hallmarks of a good journalist.
I moused over his photo gallery and started clicking through. Drink in hand, I commandeered my usual position at Longshots: the overstuffed leather sofa in the back corner.
Copy editors would want clarification on the spelling of a name, or to say they’d cut several key paragraphs out of a story because there wasn’t enough space.
It was an infuriating but necessary part of the job.
As we waited for the coffee, our conversation began to wander from city hall to China.
He’d been fascinated with Asian culture and was hoping to travel to the outer edges of the Great Wall.