by JACK LOFTUS
What sad news to hear about Norma. I will remember her high-pitched voice (did she have any other?), her uncanny knowledge that your Variety ID card was about to expire, and, natch, if you ever went up to the fourth floor you better have a damn good reason. I don’t recall how many cats (the animal kind) guarded that space, tho Norma was a terror if they got out and downstairs where the reporters lived and anything could happen. I miss Norma. I can hear her still…