Visitors to the downtown Dallas neighborsgo office may think they strolled too far east and arrived at Dallas Farmers Market when they pass this cubicle.

But no, they've reached the working environment of a section editor who goes to great lengths to ward off scurvy, ripen fruit for a righteous quick bread recipe and pay homage to Andy Warhol's "Space Fruit" period. 

So, who is the editor? The person who answers correctly wins ... the admiration of this guy. 

Back in the day (early ’80s), my parents — and most suburbanites — did all they could to snare a couple of Cabbage Patch Kids. It was a full-out frenzy. There were fights.

Nowadays, parents are going crazy trying to get a hold of Zany Bandz. These rubber bracelets shaped like all types of animals and whatnot, are the hottest thing going at local elementary schools.

Intrepid neighborsgo reporter Lindsey Bever is on top of the phenomenon; so expect a story in this Friday’s edition.

 

 

 

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Check out what Lewisville/Flower Mound editor Ruth Haesemeyer gave me:

DALLAS TIMES HERALD — FINAL EDITION, DEC. 9, 1991

For the first 12 years of my life, Dallas was a two paper town. I grew up reading both, and for a time the Tracy household preferred the afternoon Dallas Times Herald. Many of the best writers currently covering DFW — in print, online and on TV — got their start at the Herald. 

Ruth figured I'd appreciate the relic. She's right. I adore it and look forward to reading it and keeping it forever.

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What started as a couch squeezed into where a desk once stood on the second floor is now a full out lounge in the downtown neighborsgo office, complete with two tables and a second stolen couch.

Actually, everything in the lounge is technically stolen. We took the original couch and table from Al Dia when we were upstairs. When we were told we were moving, the higher ups wanted us to take the couch with - and then said to take another couch. 

We weren't exactly going to fight this suggestion. 

Now with a second stolen (and a tab it taller) table from Al Dia and a dry erase board, the lounge is just beckoning for everyone to sit there and do nothing. One big collective nothing. 

I think we can accomplish that task.

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Is it a wayward member of the Hoth-based Rebel Alliance working diligently? No, that isn’t Leia, it’s Lisa Zimmermann, Richardson/Lake Highlands/Far North Dallas editor.

If you couldn’t guess, the climate control situation in the Collin County office leaves a lot to be desired. At least no one has resorted to staying warm inside the belly of a tauntaun … yet.

Speaking of tauntauns, check out this cool tauntaun sleeping bag. Is it on your Christmas list, Oscar?

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Jenice Johnson has started hoarding boxes all the sudden and we don't know why.

I think she's going to make a large fort and not let anyone else in said fort.

I thought hippies didn't like cardboard because it's bad for Mother Earth. Or some hippie excuse like that.

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As Collin noted below... I've brought a lot of stuff from home up to the office.

You see, when I started the job, I had just moved into a new apartment that was a lot smaller than my old apartment. I was also now living with my husband. So stuffed animals, girly art, and other things deemed extraneous had to go.

But I couldn't let go of some of my favorite possessions... so I brought them to the office for everyone to enjoy!

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You know how your parents would "test" you with a small, disposable animal to see if you were ready to take care of a larger animal, such as a dog or cat or llama?

neighborsgo has proven that we can't even take care of a fish.

After Jenice mercy killed the office mascot, Laptop, we decided we can't be trusted with animal - small or large.

While I want an office monkey - you know, to get things off the printer, take proofs to Oscar, fetch me a pop out of the vending maching - it's probably better we stick to something we can't possibly kill: a hardened yellow mass of Play-Dough that resembles a fish.

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This morning, I discovered that an ear bud was missing from my handy set of headphones that go with my dictaphone microcassette transcriber (insert laughter here; I might as well be using a typewriter). I searched everywhere around my cube to no avail, which leads me to the conclusion that there's someone out there who either needed a replacement part, or who is harvesting small pieces of plastic and foam.

So, if you walk by my desk and see me with only one headphone in my ear, I promise I'm not trying to look like I'm practicing my DJing skills. If you see a lonely little earbud out there (or the Peppermint Patty that Oscar gave me that went missing), tell him I'm looking for him.

Ever since Naquanna left, Kendall has been squatting in her desk, thusly abandoning her old cube in the corner.

All her stuff remains, so she basically has two desks.

I'd like two desks. I think I'll start squatting as well. I'll find me an empty office and bunker down in there.

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