It was the 1990s. I was chief of the copy desk at The Baltimore Sun.
One day a senior editor came into my office, closed the door, and sat down.
"What's up?" I asked.
He said, "[Editor X] is compiling a list of the sins of the copy desk and inviting other editors to contribute."
"Ah," I said.
"What do you want to do about it?"
I thought for a moment and said, "Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Nothing. They can't complain about our editing without showing what they send to the desk, and that stuff can't stand up under examination."
He got up, opened the door, and left without another word.
Nothing further was ever heard about the sins of the copy desk.
