I don’t know what brings this to mind. For no particular reason I thought I’d pass along the way my dad used to describe the woman who was the office manager at the law firm, St. Louis’s most prestigious at the time but no longer extant, where he worked as a young attorney:
“She wouldn’t hire anybody who was younger or prettier than she was which narrowed the pool of applicants quite a bit.”
I remember meeting her when I was a toddler—not more than three or four years old. In my eyes she was very old, indeed. I wonder if she was then a great deal older than I am now.
