Doug Richards is a wry sort of fellow. An eyebrow-arching, smarmy, smirking kinda guy. A man who can gut you with a question or craftily constructed sentence.
But here’s the truth behind those bushy brows and words that jab like elbows. He is at times almost shy, he is kind, and he is an enormously talented writer.
Many of us have been on the receiving end of Doug’s sometimes withering words in his blog, Live Apartment fire, where he gives us an insider’s take on our highly dysfunctional world of television news. One held their breath when they saw their name on his website. His critiques were often humorous, sometimes brutal, but usually spot on — and his compliments, as I can attest, came as a welcome shock.
Doug is funny in a subversive, deadpan, self deprecating way. Which may explain why I thought he hated me. He doesn’t, but I give him no say in the matter.
He sits next to me and I gab non stop, talking and talking and wildly gesticulating, and talking some more. I think what I’m saying is delightful and engaging and thought provoking. His response is an arched brow or an almost imperceptible lift of one side of his mouth that resembles a smile. Or a smirk. Oh yeah, he digs me.
This story from Doug is ancient — 15 years old. It may be my favorite. This is from his days at WAGA-TV. Like Doug, it sneaks up on you and then hits you over the head with funny.