A taste of accuracy pie

I took a pie in my face Monday in the holy name of accuracy.

As part of a newsroom contest to see who could catch the most errors before they made it into print, I offered up my face as a prize. In the first week, the opportunity to pie me in public proved more lucrative than a $10 gift card.

The pie dripping down my face was sweet. But a more error-free paper will be even sweeter.