By Morton Bryer (special envoyé from Norwalk)
St. Paddie’s Day in old Madrid! I couldn’t resist the idea of taking a trip to swinging Madrid in late February to soak up some Spanish culture, to gas, gossip and hit some pubs and grubberies with Senor Besas, but more importantly to check out the modus operandi of the editorial office of Simesite. There had been rumors about some irregularities, of how the editor didn’t get to work till 10 or 11 a.m., or how he was wont to stray from the path of total commitment and instead take long walks in the park and sip wine in cafes, or spend hours on the Internet exchanging gossip and questionable political opinions with some of his cronies.
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