The “Dear John” letter Shelly Leachman wrote to her long-term boyfriend, Journalism? Either her proudest hour or the biggest source of embarrassment for her at her going away party.
Stephen Box is totally going to get his ass kicked. By the LAPD.
Likely no one will be moving into Times Mirror Square (not that they haven’t been busy tossing bodies out to make space).
Jeffrey Wells is not getting himself invited to anything. Anywhere.