If you’re expecting a column loaded with sage advice on accounting M&A or succession planning, stop reading immediately.
There will be none of that today.
No, this missive centers around the recent passing of a journalistic dinosaur, a rugged veteran of the Aussie/London tabloid wars who would do anything to get a story and drank enough to fill a reservoir. This week Steve Dunleavy left for that great copy room in the sky at the age of 81- a fact by itself that thumbed its nose at any accepted principles of medical science. As one veteran journalist mused “Steve never took food with his meals.”
Many remember him from his strong right of center columns for the New York Post where he staunchly supported the police and firefighters or his stint as an on-camera reporter for the nightly “A Current Affair.”
But nearly everyone who ever worked on a New York daily had their own Steve Dunleavy story, from the time he lay nearly comatose in a snowbank only to have his foot broken by a passing plow, or when he slashed the tires on his own father’s car when they both were competing for a story in their native Australia.