One morning, A.J., a newspaper reporter, woke and realized that he would rather run to the South Pole -- or even to Hell -- before he would enter a room where a city council or board of zoning appeals were in session -- let alone report on their actions.
Before then, he was professional enough to report on many things he found dull and distasteful. "I'm The Pro From Dover and I'm taking over," he often said as a joke.
But he felt, thought and said that phrase fewer and fewer times until it seemed that The Pro was gone, had moved back to Dover and took A.J.'s pride with him.