“I spoke with” means you were on the phone. But journalists want you to think they were there. I would rebuild it. Journalism. By the end of the day, journalism with its antiquated rules and regulations, its sacred rituals, the temple priests, get real, journalism walks and talks like a duck. If we close our eyes real tight. If we say Yes Journalism 5,555 times, and stand on one knee and pull our eyes out, journalism will forgive us. Forgive us what. Of our sins. Exhausted in shadows. Like a dead woman singing in a tree. It takes your legs off.