I could answer every question except one: “Was she pregnant?”
I hadn’t thought to ask that.
“It’s a double homicide if she were,” Buchanan said.
And in 1993, celebrating one of the happiest days for our clan of Herald-made lifelong friends: One of our own, columnist Liz Balmaseda made history by winning the Pulitzer Prize for commentary — one of 19 Pulitzers the newspaper earned at One Herald Plaza.
And of course, there is/was (sigh) The View.
Rain or shine, the Miami Herald cafeteria had one of the most beautiful views in the city — the shimmering bay waters flanked by the Venetian and MacArthur causeways.
But in all of its incarnations, a curse hung over the cafeteria: One star food.
OK, maybe once the quality and variety rose to a merciful 1½ stars, but that’s all this former food critic is willing to concede for the sake of indulging the nostalgia that has gripped all the Herald employees and the alumni who traveled from various points across the country to say goodbye.
Besides the view, the cafeteria’s other saving grace for a time was Margarita, the plump Cuban woman who treated every one of us as if she were our mother when she served our food with mucho cariño.
I expect no less love from our new home in Doralzuela, and certainly better food choices. But no matter where this newspaper of record is headquartered, good journalism is seldom about the offices, but about insightful reportage and that daily act of facing the blank page under a looming deadline.
Beloved waterfront or the staple view of newly planted palm trees in suburbia, we will write many more drafts of Miami history from wherever we place our desks.
Adiós, One Herald Plaza, you raised us well.