quittin’ time

Okay, I did it. I told my boss that I was leaving. It was more difficult than I thought (as evinced by the fact that it has taken me more than a month to get the courage to do so). He was a little surprised, to be sure, but then again, he’s losing both me and the old editor within a few weeks of each other.

(In passing, God grant me the strength to write a halfway decent farewell column, as reader response to others have ranged only from appalled to disgusted.)

Now I get to think about what I shall write in my own farewell column. I have deep respect for the restaurant scene of Tampa Bay, and I hope to convey that to the readership. I learned everything I know about food at these tables. I will miss them, as I will miss this job.

Ah, well. new horizons await.