Hollis heads to Atlanta Magazine

So I’m telling the staff yesterday about our parent company filing for bankruptcy protection, and all of a sudden Hollis Gillespie is knocking frantically on the sliding glass door to the conference room.

She’s carrying a box full of MoonPies. Grant Henry aka Sister Louisa is behind her wearing a baseball cap with a picture of himself on it wearing a baseball cap with a picture of himself on it wearing a baseball cap with a picture of himself, and so on. He looks a bit embarrassed.

Hollis doesn’t look embarrassed at all. I sort of stare blankly at her and then back at the staff — to whom I’ve just unloaded the news from the corporate guys down in Tampa — and then back to her, beginning to shake my head ... no, now’s not the time ... no ... but she barges in anyway and says: “Hey, it’s been a great run. But I’m leaving you. I know you guys need the money, and I’m expensive, and I got the back page column at Atlanta Magazine. And, hey, anyway, I’ve got MoonPies.” Or something like that.