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Thomas Gagen

The night we stopped the presses

By Thomas Gagen
Globe Staff / February 5, 2008

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JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT on Tuesday morning, Feb. 7, 1978, as the Great Blizzard howled outside The Boston Globe building on Morrissey Boulevard in Dorchester, I was feeling frustrated and looking for a place to sleep. I had just come upstairs from the composing room, where the printers had finished work on a revised Page One, and there was nobody in ... (Full article: 1029 words)

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