As I was getting ready for work this morning, my wife called to say that on her way to work she had seen a handsome man's face on the Beacon Journal's new clock tower.
My wife obviously loves beyond all reason.
The face in question was mine. The tower displays mug shots of various folks who work here. My mug had finally found its way into the display.
It's easy to grumble about that sort of attention as unseemly, since we should aspire to be great writers and reporters, not celebrities. And, when you see your face displayed like that, it can momentarily feel as if you're looking at your own tombstone.
But I'd be lying if I said it didn't tickle me, too. In fact, I took a camera to work and snapped a photo of my picture, both for posterity and for e-mails to family. I just hope the sight of me doesn't frighten small children -- or get mistaken for a Halloween promo.