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Dave Astor, 2011-15 archivist

Montclair (N.J.) Times, DaveAstorOnLiterature.com

 

Dave Astor

Dave Astor

Dave Astor has written the award-winning “Montclairvoyant” humor column for The Montclair Times since 2003, and began his DaveAstorOnLiterature.com blog in 2014. He has also blogged for The Huffington Post since 2009.

Between 1983 and 2008, Astor covered columnists, cartoonists, and syndicates for Editor & Publisher magazine. In 2012, a Chicago-based publisher released his memoir Comic (and Column) Confessional. Dave has finished more than 50 percent of his second book, which is literature-related and is expected be published in early 2015.

Before joining E&P, Astor was editor-in-chief of The Daily Targum at Rutgers University and a reporter for two New Jersey newspapers: The Daily Register in Shrewsbury and The Herald News in Passaic. He has a bachelor’s in English from Rutgers and a master’s from Northwestern University’s Medill School of Journalism.

Dave is NOT related to the wealthy Astors!

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  1. Larry Maddry
    February 25, 2015 at 10:02 am

    Hello David,
    My favorite columnist of all time was Mike Royko who wrote for the Chicago
    Sun-Times and Chicago Tribune. I invited Royko to speak to the columnists workshop alluded to in the NSNC history and offered to pay for his air fare. He declined.”I don’t fly” he said. “And the bus trip would be a hard slog.””
    But he wished me good luck with the workshop I mention this because I had no real verification of Royko’s aversion to flying until recently purchased a collection of his columns: “The Best of Mike Royko -One More Time.” (University of Chicago
    Press)
    Royko wrote:
    A long time ago I rode in airplanes. But that was before I figured out what was
    really happening.
    It occurred to me that I was in a metal container, five miles above the Earth
    moving at 600 miles an hour, 10 miles a minute, a mile every 6 seconds
    I asked myself ” What the hell am I doing in a metal container, 5 miles above
    the Earth, moving at 600 miles an hour?”
    I closed my eyes and pictured myself in a thin suit of armor running 600 miles an hour into a brick wall. The thought upset me.
    Then I thought of myself in an aluminum box, being dropped off a cliff five miles
    above a sidewalk. That sickened me.
    When I staggered off the plane, I vowed I’d never again go 600 miles an hour
    in a metal container. And I haven’t.
    I haven’t missed a thing. Some men enjoy having a stewardess plump up their
    pillow, or put a meal on their lap, or fetch them a drink. I’ve always been able to
    plump up my own pillow, make a sandwich or my own drink. If I want a woman to whom I have not been introduced to fetch me drinks or plump my pillow, I’ll go to a joint in Cicero. (End)
    ****
    Hi David,
    I am cancer free now and look forward to reading your new book when it
    is published. I remember your many kindnesses to me and wish you well.
    Appreciatively,
    Larry Maddry

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