I’ve forgotten how many times I’ve cried in Letty Jimenez-Magsanoc's office while she shuffled back and forth between summoning the copyboys and holding my hand.
She made the paper a priority and had the generosity to talk to you for however long it took—as long as the paper had been put to bed.
LJM worked her magic in the newsroom. No longer having her around feels like when Gandalf the Grey fell into the abyss—snatched away all too sudden, and all too soon.
Sometimes you meet a journalist so awesome you’d think she would live through the end of the world and be there to report it.
