I suspect that when candidates for the copy desk are interviewed, they are asked, “Can you bake?” My coworkers deny it; managers deny it. But the circumstantial evidence says otherwise.
Employees on the night copy desk tend to come and go, as young newspaper employees do. In the last few years, it seems any time we lose a baker, we gain a baker. We’re about to lose one — not the one who made this, but one whose particular contributions are just as distinct and sweet.
We gather together. We mark the seasons and holidays and just-because days. We keep the feast.