The Making of an Editor
In 1986 I finally left the plastics factory in Greensboro, N.C., after 6.5 years because I realized I needed to finish my undergraduate degree. My wife at the time, Terri Averette Banks, was art director at Pace Communications, a fledgling publisher of airline in-flight and business magazines. Terri had gotten me a gig demolishing some offices in the Pace building that were being remodeled. I was standing on top of a partition wall, busting up drywall with a sledgehammer when in walked Melinda Stovall with a shoebox in hand — and changed the trajectory of my life.
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