“It’s an anchor, Hughie, an anchor for an anchorman, the gift of a sailor man. Tie it to your wrist and throw it overboard. Even take it on the airplane with you. It comes complete, a thirty thousand foot cable for the man who fell to earth...”
I had to laugh.
“I’ll need that much cable in Lansing, Michigan. It’s that far at least from the real world.”
“Men are unemployed, Hugh. We are in a recession, and the kingdom shall have no end. You’re lucky to have work, to be on the air, an Irish boy with no real engineering skills.”