May 29, 2012, 8:30 p.m.
Wake up, commit to starting the diet tomorrow, laugh off the Kings’ success because if I didn’t care about them yesterday why would I today, and eat a big dinner because the diet doesn’t start until tomorrow.
Better them than us, I say. And who is this Kopitar?
But then I get one of those phone calls. Craig Stanke, 56, a friend, the best one anyone could possibly have, didn’t wake up.
And I know what some of you are thinking: “Who is this Stanke?”
Glad you asked.
He was a genius. A newspaper genius and there aren’t many of those anymore — newspapers or newspaper geniuses.
Craig never met a stranger, as folks like to say. He was the guy most likely to be playing a banjo at a party. He ran cross-country in high school because someone had to.
I hired him 35 years ago this week out of the University of Wisconsin. How cool is it to be able to hire someone who will become your best friend?
Almost immediately he won a writing award, and to no surprise I ended up working for him at The Times’ San Diego and Orange County editions.
Craig could have been a terrific writer, but he touched so many more by becoming an outstanding teacher as a newspaper editor.
He cared so much for the written word and what a creative writer could do with them, it was inspirational. I nearly took a job to work for him at cbssportsline.com, and aren’t you hockey fans disappointed he wasn’t as persuasive as he was inspirational?
There was a fine whine to Craig’s voice as he coaxed the best out of editors and writers alike. You would have loved the guy because he wanted only entertaining stories in the newspaper. That would have almost certainly eliminated any kind of Olympics story in the paper until the Games were actually played.
Now you probably have as much interest in Stanke as I do Kopitar. But you have a best friend or several who qualify, so you can understand how it’s not fair he went away with the five bucks he won the last time we played golf.
And with no chance now to win it back, you’d probably want to let him know about it.
Craig had been working in Florida, but he was back in Orange County a few weeks ago to meet with friends. He had an endless supply of those.
Craig was talking to me about “social media,” and as social as he is, I wondered if it had been invented with just him in mind. He was a tweeter or twit or whatever they call those people who once owned pet rocks.
He was so bubbly, and it’s hard to imagine a day when he was not. He was feeling young, losing a lot of weight, and I sure do wish I could tease my good buddy about all the good it’s going to do him now.
using the number/letter grid:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
A B C D E F G H I
J K L M N O P Q R
S T U V W X Y Z
A = 1 J = 1 S = 1
B = 2 K = 2 T = 2
C = 3 L = 3 U = 3
D = 4 M = 4 V = 4
E = 5 N = 5 W = 5
F = 6 O = 6 X = 6
G = 7 P = 7 Y = 7
H = 8 Q = 8 Z = 8
I = 9 R = 9
39197 121525 45
his path of destiny = 45 = Ouch. That’s gotta hurt.
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