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The Inside Dope

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Day
12
Month
August
Year
1976
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THE INSIDE DOPE

BY IFFY THE DOPESTER

It seems like a person can't even take a couple weeks vacation anymore without all hell breakin' loose or somethin' like -this time when the If took off for parts unknown, the boss took off in the other direction, headed east for a vacation of his own, and I'll be damned if he didn't like the break so much he decided to make it permanent. Lord knows he's been at it night and day, head down and straight ahead, since he landed on these dilapidated shores from Cleveland almost a year ago, and the sudden rush of fresh air went straight to his head, so to speak. Now Derek VanPelt will be workin' as a free-lance writer and editor again, havin' shaken himself loose from the ropes around the Editor's office at the SUN, and none other than the notorious John Sinclair, who's been hackin' away at the Kutchur desk since last September, has riz' up from the ranks to replace him as Editor-in-Chief. Fancy title there, boy-won't some people never learn?

Shorin' up Sinclair - and if these old eyes have ever seen a person more in need of shorin' up, I sure can't remember who-is former Assistant to the Editor Jan Prezzato, who gets her old South End moniker as Managin' Editor back. Frank Bach got moved up to Kulchur Editor, and you can bet he's had his eye on that job ever since he started movin' the papers around in the Distribution Department back in 1973, when these characters were still in Ann Arbor. Sometimes I wish I woulda never heard of them, but there is gotta be a warm spot in this flinty old heart for anybody who would put a senior citizen like me back in the harness.

One of the reasons Sinclair's got so cocky these days in case you hadn't noticed-is his old buddy Nadine Brown, who's joined the top brass at this paper as City Editor for the SUN. That means she does just what she's been doin' for so long already -runnin' around town stickin' her nose in the big people's business and then writin' it up for her fellow citizens, which she's been doin' in the Chronkle for however many years and winnin' them big awards for it too. Nadine sez she kinda likes it here, and it sure does the old Iffster good to see somebody else around here who knows what things useta be like in this godforsaken town.

They got a bunch of new people runnin' around here too, talkin' about promotin' the paper and throwin' around a lot of crazy ideas all the time. So you gotta meet Edwenna Edwards and Kittie Lee-they tell me Ed's been seen whisperin' in Sinclair 's ear ever since he started here, but she won't be able to stay under the covers no longer. The mysterious Ms. Lee is well-known in several Motor City circles from her days with Eddie Wingate at Golden World and Ric-Tic Records, and from the looks o' things she's gonna be a big shot around here, too. Right now she's carryin' a title bigger'n her-somethin' like Executive Director of the Motor City Cultural Association, whatever the hell that's supposed 'ta mean . . .

It's a dirty shame the way they make an old man front for all this bad craziness-ol' VanPelt never made me run on this long. Okay, okay, I'll get it over with all at once . . . but next time you gotta let me write my own stuff. Blow the goddamn trumpets then . . .

Ladies and gen'ralmen, it is herewith my personal duty to inform you that the Sun is henceforth to be known as The Detroit Sun, Inc., a Michigan Corporation, and that each and every issue shall include the published works of the Motor City Cultural Association, Inc., sole owners and operators of the Kulchur supplement, from last issue on out.

I have also been instructed to say that The Detroit Sun, Inc. has elected the following staff members and associates to its Board of Directors: Barbara Weinberg, Chairperson; Nadine Brown, Kadija T. Cloyd, Curtis Foster, William Mosley, Dianne Ripley, and David Sinclair, Directors. They seem kinda proud o' that, so we might as well give 'em a big hand . . . and get 'em all off my back for a while.

Please don't fear, readers dear the Iff'll be back next time, loud and clear. Until then, goodnight Robert Oozer, wherever you are!!