His eyes move slowly around the room, scanning and acknowledging everyone who meets his gaze. It is difficult not to smile when his eyes meet yours. He seems perfectly innocent in the back of the room, leaning against that beautiful cane, listening intently as John Seigenthaler begins to speak. Suddenly. John Quinn cracks a joke about Mr. Seigenthaler’s age as a ripple of laughter sounds through the room. Not so innocent after all.
During the morning break, Mr. Quinn approaches me and Mariecar Mendoza while we are mid-conversation and tells us he has a juicy story about Mr. Seigenthaler. Our ears are burning and the reporters in us instantly take over. The story is good. Tabloid good. We are cackling with laughter at the story’s end, and Mr. Quinn nods with satisfaction, ambling away to entertain more unsuspecting victims. Unfortunately, we must respect Mr. Quinn’s confidentiality request and cannot share the information.
Something tells me that when John Quinn says that Chips Quinn becomes your family, he ain’t lying. I've never before met such a respected and seasoned person in the journalism industry and felt liked I've known him forever. But like any family member, I know I better keep any of my indiscretions well-hidden from Mr. Quinn.
-- Kellie Hwang, Spring Scholar, The Arizona Republic, Phoenix, and University of Washington
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