When I arrived at the PMY office in midtown Manhattan last Thursday, I assumed it would be like every other day in the office. A little writing, some research, some editing…all various tasks expected of an editorial intern, and all things I enjoy doing.
Last week, I wrote about my father’s yacht spotting shutterbug ways and asked which boats you’d seen recently. Almost immediately after hitting “Post” my inbox pinged with a note from Capt. Bill Pike. He’d spotted a couple while working hard on Italy’s Amalfi coast reporting on the Maestro 82 for an upcoming issue.
When I arrived at the PMY office in midtown Manhattan last Thursday, I assumed it would be like every other day in the office. A little writing, some research, some editing…all various tasks expected of an editorial intern, and all things I enjoy doing.
Last week, I wrote about my father’s yacht spotting shutterbug ways and asked which boats you’d seen recently. Almost immediately after hitting “Post” my inbox pinged with a note from Capt. Bill Pike. He’d spotted a couple while working hard on Italy’s Amalfi coast reporting on the Maestro 82 for an upcoming issue.
