November 25, 2003

silhouette3.JPG From the desk of Jane Galt:

The most moving thing I've read in a long while

Is this piece from the Wall Street Journal on a man who went looking for two holocaust survivors who had been adopted by his father's black army unit in 1945. It's subscription only, unfortunately, but anyone who's got a subscription to the Wall Street Journal should read it now -- and everyone else should seriously consider buying today's journal to read it.

Posted by Jane Galt at November 25, 2003 2:44 PM | TrackBack | Technorati inbound links
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Posted by: Jonathan Bailey on November 26, 2003 10:33 AM

You're right Megan. It really was a very touching story. It's not what you'd expect from a "business paper", is it? I also liked the piece from last week written by Helene Cooper about her return to her native country, Liberia. Did you see that?

Have a great TG.

Posted by: Richard Cook on November 26, 2003 10:40 AM

I'm always suprised that folks don't know about the fine other than financial writing the journal does. More people should find out.

Posted by: Brent M Krupp on November 26, 2003 1:05 PM

Yeah, I totally agree. That was an amazing and moving article (and the article Jonathan mentions above was great too).

The WSJ has really good writers on staff and routinely prints amazing stories about all sorts of things. I've read it for 14 years, subscribed for 11, and I read almost none of the financial coverage. The other stuff is good enough.

Posted by: Marc Brown on November 26, 2003 10:05 PM

You are right!, This was a beautiful story. That paper has the best writing in the country.

Posted by: Marc Brown on November 26, 2003 10:06 PM

You are right!, This was a beautiful story. That paper has the best writing in the country.

Posted by: triticale on November 28, 2003 1:39 PM

I started reading the WSJ back in 1969 because I had access to it at work and because one of the Yippies had said that it was where the Capitalists tell each other the truth. The first article I read was about a new company which had revolutionised the buggy whip industry by using fiberglass and nylon, and I was hooked. It didn't take long for me to figure out that the reason I chafed against my left-wing raising was that I really was a running dog lackey of the imperialist something-or-others, and it suited me.

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