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He began as a copy boy at The Philadelphia Daily News and
worked for six years at the old Ft. Lauderdale News. Locally,
he worked as a writer at The Philadelphia Inquirer and
The Philadelphia Bulletin. In summing up his journalistic career,
he said, “I made a hell of a lot of people angry.”
When the Bulletin went out of business in the early ’80s, Eisen
found himself again at a career crossroads. It was at this point that
he got what he says was the worst advice of his life — from his
own father.

“It was the same thing he told me when I was 18,” Eisen recalls
of his father, who worked for a cleaning company. “He said,
‘Eddie, why don’t you go into the cleaning business? You’ll make a
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lot of money. You’ll have a life.’ I said the same thing to him at 18
and in 1982: ‘Pop, you don’t understand. I’m a writer. I’m a jour-
nalist. I don’t want to mop floors.’”
So the then-48-year-old took at job at The Atlantic City Press as
a copy editor. He hated being behind the scenes, but wasn’t plan-
ning to leave — until one Saturday night, three months after he
started, when his boss called him in for a talk.

“I’m sorry, Ed,” the boss told him. “You didn’t make it.’”
The reason for Eisen’s dismissal? His failure to master the new
computer system.

The boss did have kind parting words, though: “I’m sure you’ll
find something else in life that you’ll do well with.”
“Boy, was I down,” Eisen recalled. “The thing that defined me,
the thing I had been most passionate about — being a journalist
— it just ended. I was depressed.”
The depression lasted three days. Then he got up, pulled the dusty
Smith-Corona typewriter from under the bed, and got to work.

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