BREAKING: AJC prints our name!

That Other Paper has a terrible habit of not printing our name. We've come to accept it here and find it almost laughable. The monolith decides what to acknowledge, we know.

So I was floored this morning while reading a Gay Talese-esque profile of John Woodham, the attorney who successfully battled the Beltline all the way to state Supreme Court.

During a recent weekday afternoon, an unshaven Woodham, dressed in an old fleece jacket and battered ballcap, returned from lunch carrying a piece of Fellini's pizza and a Creative Loafing. He drives a Land Rover adorned with a "W" bumper sticker with a slash through it.

Emphasis added out of sheer amazement. This made me feel like an auto worker in Detroit who gets name-dropped during the State of the Union. When the editors opted to leave that reference in, did papers fly around the office? Did a portal to another dimension open, the fabric of time tear? Did Henry Grady rise from the ground and start high-kicking on Julia Wallace's desk? The article also references comments made here.

But then again, since Woodham wouldn't talk to the AJC, maybe saying that he was holding a copy of our paper was a clever way to describe him as a knowledgeable, astute, well-rounded man of immeasurable talent. Or a left-leaning badass.

Nice bumper sticker, too, John.