About five years ago, I walked out of our old 110 Fifth Avenue office and turned left onto 17th Street, where, continuing west, I'd soon meet Latarria Hardy for lunch at Maroon's. It was so hard to decide, but I had the baked catfish. Tari had the jerk chicken.
She was just starting with Primedia, and would be taking over our classified advertising. She would, in fact, be our Classified Ad Department. I'd be happily handing over to her all of Stereophile's very delicate accounts, making her familiar with the system,…