An appreciation: columnist Bill Ruehlmann, retiring after four decades

On the occasional Sunday, you’d drop by the office and hang out in the room stuffed with books, books that publishers and authors wanted, impossibly, reviewed. (You: glee. Me: despair.) After some hours you’d depart with a few, leaving a note that always ended with a cheerful cartoon, a man in spectacles. He’s waving a pen. (Or is it a sword?)