DearTIME-Reader:
ONE morning last week a group of West German journalists visiting TIME were surprised to meet in the corridors a file of men, like bearers for an African safari, carrying large canvas-covered crates. As the journalists watched, the men opened the crates, hauled out floodlights and began to unreel rolls of heavy cable. When the Germans came to my office, I could not receive them there; the place was a jungle of light standards, camera tripods and booms for microphones.
We had to explain to our visitors that even for TIME this was an unusual morning. A camera crew had come to...
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