Of cats, bags, Dobermans, Pavlov and commissions
So on Wednesday, Greensboro Mayor Keith Holliday announces that he's got some kind of idea for a commission up his sleeve, but he's not going to tell any of us about where this idea came from until Monday.
The mayor has been at this gig long enough to know that telling a reporter something like that is kind of like throwing a big chunk of raw ground beef stuffed with Milk Bones at a starving, ill-mannered Doberman. Accordingly ... well, let's just say that the mayor's Circle of Trust already has escaped the Melvin Municipal Office Building to encompass two of the starving, if not ill-mannered, reporters temporarily entrusted to my professional care. (I didn't even tell 'em to pursue this. They just did. Kind of Pavlovian, don't you think?) Where the circle goes from there, I'm pretty sure you can guess. Hint: If you're not already a subscriber, we've got racks all over.