Some journalists don’t have much of anything going for them but grit. But sometimes that grit can be enough. When I looked in on her in 2001, Ruth Ratny, who died in her sleep Tuesday night, was one of those journalists.
He roped in a former Screen writer who told me, “I was the last writer left. For all intents and purposes Screen is history. They have no writers,” and launched Chicago Imagining & Sound, Ratny snickered and called it “the clone.”
