My Free Pass

Melanie Sill was honest, smart, hard working, and ambitious for herself and for others. She had excellent news judgment, too.

Melanie Sill
Melanie Sill

She was the investigation editor at The News & Observer and although she had never done any investigative work herself, she was proof that you don’t have to hang somebody to know how to build a gallows. I was an investigative reporter at The N&O and for years she and I made music together.  In the mid-90’s  Melanie; Joby Warrick, my reporting partner; and I teamed up to win a Pulitzer Prize.

Do you sense a “however” coming?

Well, here it is: When Melanie became executive editor of The N&O and, at my request, made me editor of the North Carolina Desk, I spent the most miserable 18 months of my newspaper life working for her.  She was, in a word, overbearing.

In the middle of those dark days, Melanie gave a most wonderful gift to me and other graduates of an in-house school for editors: a piece of paper, a pass that entitled each of us to one day free of criticism.

She may have meant it as a joke but it was no joke to me. I put my pass in my wallet to save for one of those perfectly horrible days that came along just about every week.

I didn’t use it right away. I endured some bad days, but no horrible days, and I had no intention of using my pass on a run-of-the-mill bad day.

At last, my patience was rewarded.

In theory, three editors and 18 reporters worked for me. In reality, however, the North Carolina desk was set up so that I had no control over two of the editors and their reporters. I was just there to take the heat when they failed to produce.

On the day I decided to use my pass the 21 people for whom I was responsible had no stories to pitch for the front page. That was a capital offense and I knew Melanie would be extremely unhappy. I got my pass ready.

She was sitting right beside me at the 10:30 editors’ meeting when I reported that the North Carolina Desk didn’t have any  stories good enough to put on 1A the next day.  She swiveled in her chair and was about to unload when I held up her gift and said, “Melanie, I’m going to use my free pass today.”

She swallowed all that venom without uttering a single word and turn back around.

What a blessing! Hallelujah! HALLELUJAH!

But when the meeting ended a few minutes later, Melanie swiveled back around.

“I want to talk to you,” she said, sternly.

“Melanie,” I said, “I used my free pass.”

And she said, “It’s not good for all day.” 

Postscript: Sill, a Phi Beta Kappa graduate of UNC, has held a series of top executive positions, at The N&O; The Sacramento Bee, McClatchy’s flagship paper; and at Southern California Public Radio.  More recently she has been a journalism and organizational consultant and independent editor.  Next semester she will teach journalism at Davidson College.

Coming Friday:  Deal Me Out

 

Here’s A Dime, Have Fun!

Roughly two thirds of parents give their children an allowance, according to a survey by the American Institute of Certified Public Accountants of more than 1,000 parents.

You’re not going to believe the average amount – $30 a week. A lot of parents pay their children for doing chores, helping out around the house.  Most folks probably disagree with me but I’ve never thought that was a good idea — children ought to do chores because they’re members of the family.

But that’s not what this post is about.

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Here’s  your spending money, a quarter for you and a dime for your sister.  Have a good time!

Brother Dave was going through some of his papers and discovered an early record of his daughters’ allowances: Paige got 50 cents and Jenni, who is younger, got 20 cents – a week.

That’s not all. Of those amounts, they were required to tithe 10 percent and save 40 percent. That left Paige with a quarter a week and Jenni with a dime a week to spend any way their hearts desired “except for candy or gum.”

How long ago was that, you asked?

Dave doesn’t remember, probably 40 years ago, maybe a little more, but what difference does it make? What if it was 80 years ago? Ten cents a week spending money?

The money they saved could also be spent but “only after 3 months of planning” and the item they bought had to be paid for in full at the time of purchase. Jenni could have saved for three months, planning every day about what to buy, and still only had 24 cents in her piggy bank when the big day arrived.

Jenni
Jenni

Oh, it’s way worse than that. :),” Jenni told me.  “In fact, I use that as a story in my classes now. My memory of this must have been later because my memory is that there was a total amount that changed weekly and I had to figure out percentages for each. Like tithe 10% of $3.27 and savings 15% of $3.27….. totally traumatizing and I still can’t do math today.”

We had to report to the kitchen table on Saturday at night after dinner for this exercise. I arrived promptly with my ceramic orange (savings bank) and ceramic banana (spending bank) and my box of offering envelopes.”

Paige
Paige

Also there were rules around the spending of savings. I had to write out a description of my planned purchase along with the price and then give the note to dad and wait… can’t remember how long. Probably 1 month but it felt like 3 months.  If I still wanted it after the waiting period then I was free to purchase. I remember Paige wanted to buy sandals once and summer ended before the waiting period … funny now, not so much then.”

I AM a great saver now… I owe it all to dad and these crazy rules of his.”

Coming Monday: My Free Pass