I think I knew that I had arrived as a Postie when, maybe my first or second day, Marty came in for his evening shift and made his customary walk through the newsroom, greeting every reporter by name as he walked to his desk. He stopped at the new guy, read my name plate. From that day, every day around five oāclock:
āShane, hello.ā
āHey, Marty!ā
This ritual marked each day, like a bell tolling, and made me feel instantly at home.
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@martyweilwapostā© is leaving The Post after 60 years. Hereās his speech on the occasion of his 50th