Leave no Teamster unturned—the FBI is searching a Michigan farm for Hoffa’s body. It’s only been thirty-odd years since the former Teamster honcho disappeared, after all…
In the office, we are all looking forward to the weekend. I have some crosswords to catch up on—and some scotch—in the Intern-free comfort of my own home; and the Interns themselves are by and large already celebrating the weekend, judging by the amount of work they’ve managed not to get done today.
I should not be too harsh, though; they are still shaken by the disappearance of Dalton in the wilds of Montana. Some of the more ambitious among them—Kaitlin, for example, who has earned something better than two-fifths of an MBA in the last six years—have even pledged to form up a search party for him. Will they locate him in the next thirty years? I frankly no longer care.
