Wright and Wrong
Ernest Wright died just months later after an unexpectedly short battle with cancer. His article on the Beaumonts remained unpublished.
Around the same time in a far off town, a young journalist pulled up to his first job at a local newspaper. He was a nice man, if a little quirky and it didn’t take long before he had won the respect and admiration of his colleagues.
Every morning he’d drive to work in a battered bug; some people mocked him for it but he didn’t care. He loved the car and would never replace it, even if it was slowly dying.
He was always friendly and polite but for some reason he chose never to eat lunch with the others.
He ate alone.