July 3rd
It's the day before 4th of July. Surprisingly, all the people I needed to call were in their office today. Work ethic was high, and I raked together six stories in a single day. One of them may be an award winner.
Wouldn't that be fun if it were true? I got a hold of a few people, I got a little work done, but, mostly, I didn't. We had computer problems in the office. I spent about an hour downloading and organizing pictures on the PCs today, only to find out that my editor could only access them for the purpose of the paper on the decrepit old Macs.
I did get some interesting pictures this morning. Somebody took a couple cans of spray paint to the underside of a bridge and graffitied a memorial to a recently fallen soldier. While the display was touching, the misspelling and the missing word in the passage on the wall made me laugh. They also painted a message in orange on the road. I have to give them balls points for that. I couldn't gather the courage to stand in the middle of the highway for 60 seconds to take the pictures, never mind however long it would have taken to paint it.
I also jammed my foot in my mouth. I called two police chiefs today. The first for the graffiti, the second for the old cemetery I mentioned yesterday. I called each once, and didn't get a response. Later, the other reporter told me he had one of the Sheriff's cell numbers. I took the number, dialed, and proceeded to ask questions about the graffiti. He responded with confusion, and I realized I was asking the wrong questions. This wasn't that sheriff.
After I crow-barred my foot out of my mouth, I found out that he had evidence that the jackhole in the cemetery case drove past the targeted graves, then backed over them with his car. When I checked the site, I didn't see evidence to that effect, but I saw it three days after he did.
I also met an interesting character today. The man farms for a living, and sells his haul at his vegetable stand. He taught me a few things about planting and local history relevant to my article on the rain and seemed nice enough, but I couldn't help noticing his nose hair blended perfectly into his mustache. Mostly, I found the man striking. I don't know how old he was, but I'd have to guess at least mid fifties. He had leathery skin and frosty stubble below a pair of frighteningly blue eyes that poked out of a baseball cap. His teeth looked like they spent a lot of time chewing on bottles given their concave bend in his jaw, but he had a distinguished voice. I think he'd make a great character in a novel about a region like this.
Wouldn't that be fun if it were true? I got a hold of a few people, I got a little work done, but, mostly, I didn't. We had computer problems in the office. I spent about an hour downloading and organizing pictures on the PCs today, only to find out that my editor could only access them for the purpose of the paper on the decrepit old Macs.
I did get some interesting pictures this morning. Somebody took a couple cans of spray paint to the underside of a bridge and graffitied a memorial to a recently fallen soldier. While the display was touching, the misspelling and the missing word in the passage on the wall made me laugh. They also painted a message in orange on the road. I have to give them balls points for that. I couldn't gather the courage to stand in the middle of the highway for 60 seconds to take the pictures, never mind however long it would have taken to paint it.
I also jammed my foot in my mouth. I called two police chiefs today. The first for the graffiti, the second for the old cemetery I mentioned yesterday. I called each once, and didn't get a response. Later, the other reporter told me he had one of the Sheriff's cell numbers. I took the number, dialed, and proceeded to ask questions about the graffiti. He responded with confusion, and I realized I was asking the wrong questions. This wasn't that sheriff.
After I crow-barred my foot out of my mouth, I found out that he had evidence that the jackhole in the cemetery case drove past the targeted graves, then backed over them with his car. When I checked the site, I didn't see evidence to that effect, but I saw it three days after he did.
I also met an interesting character today. The man farms for a living, and sells his haul at his vegetable stand. He taught me a few things about planting and local history relevant to my article on the rain and seemed nice enough, but I couldn't help noticing his nose hair blended perfectly into his mustache. Mostly, I found the man striking. I don't know how old he was, but I'd have to guess at least mid fifties. He had leathery skin and frosty stubble below a pair of frighteningly blue eyes that poked out of a baseball cap. His teeth looked like they spent a lot of time chewing on bottles given their concave bend in his jaw, but he had a distinguished voice. I think he'd make a great character in a novel about a region like this.
posted by Matt Casey at 10:42 PM
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