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At a time when information continues to come at us faster and faster.

Sometimes you need to hit pause. And rewind.

NPR's Thule line takes you back in time to the source of the news stories filling your

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Over the years, I've watched an enormous amount of television.

Hundreds, maybe even thousands of shows, cops and robbers,

espionage, corporate skull duggery being amongst my favorites. And through this

meticulous research I've learned that if you're going to go under cover cloaking dagger plausible

deniability and all that there's no almost there are no half measures no

breaking bad once you. Once you're in, you're in. And that's why today,

Snap Judge probably presents subterfuge. My name is Glenn Washington. Always remember and never forget the delivery guy is never ever ever

just the delivery guy when you're listening.

To snap judgment.

Now then, as you might have.

Now then, as you might imagine, our first story begins in the big city with

Brash, young reporter, Jay Smith, who's working for the Chicago Sun.

Snap, Judge. Zay had dreamed of being a reporter for the Sun Times his entire life.

And in 1977, he was still a cub reporter, a rookie, stuck covering the suburbs.

But then, one night, he was in the office working late.

It was in the evening and I was working on a story when suddenly I was called into managing editor Stoolery's office and if

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