||December 17th, 2009|
Goofs and Other Notes
Well, I don’t screw up all that often but when I do, it’s a beauty!
It is almost axiomatic in the publishing business that you find typos most often AFTER the paper has already gone to press and it’s too late to fix.
Almost two weeks went by before a kind lady called me to inform me that while she and her neighbors thoroughly enjoyed the cover story remembering Pearl Harbor and the memoirs written by Bill Blackwood . . . we had incorrectly identified him on the cover art work as “Bill Blackwell,” not “Bill Blackwood.”
Friends . . . this is the type of error publishers fret about; have bad dreams about. We take great pride in our ability to research stories and get the facts right and to document them. And then we goof on the most important fact of the story . . . the author’s name!
It was my error. I prepared the piece and missed it. My proofreader, ol’ Eagle Eye Madison, also missed it . . . but it was not her fault. It was strictly mine. A doubly problematic error because I knew Bill Blackwood; not well, but we had met on several occasions.
We got his name right in the story, but not on the cover art. We have fixed it on the website version of the story:
http://thecommunitypaper.com/archive/2009/12_03/index.php but on the hard copies . . . we can only use this space to acknowledge our error and apologize for it.
I’m particularly embarrassed because good friend, retired Escondido attorney, Kim Fleming, was the one who brought me the story. I know he was probably quite proud to see the story in print and designed with such attractive cover art. And then he saw the incorrectly spelled name of his good friend as part of the headline. He must have shuddered and cringed. But he’s such a gentle, kind person, that he did not call it to my attention, probably for fear he would hurt my feelings. Well, they deserve to be hurt. It was sloppy work on my part and I very much regret the major faux pas. I expect to spend a great deal of time in Purgatory, if there is such a place (and if there’s not, there should be for those of us who are severe miscreants) to atone for this grievous error.
To the family and friends of Bill Blackwood, and, most certainly, to Kim Fleming, my deepest and most humble apology.
Finally, from someone who hears “on Donner, on Blitzen” and immediately thinks of A-1 Sauce or Worcestershire Sauce, I do recognize that next week is
Christmas, and that life is good, in part because the food was good, the company was good, and we are together with family and friends. Merry Christmas!