I’m not often asked, “What’s the latest on Lee Anglin?” but I’ll tell you anyway.
Actually, I’m never asked that. There had been no hue and cry when I wrote “The Dastardly Mr. Anglin” in 2000. He just sounded like an interesting young media baron readers ought to know, someone who “since 1990, when he was 19, . . . has published a string of partisan neighborhood weeklies on the southeast side of Chicago and the adjacent towns in Indiana.” To suggest the flavor of the man, I reminded readers of recent headlines: