Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Teddy

Sorry for the hiatus; I've been busy with the day job.
Anyone who has wandered by a TV today has heard about Teddy Kennedy. I won't recount all of the good work he did on this Earth. America is a much better place today for his having been here.
Kennedy's detractors won't cut him a break, even in death, so there's no point complaining about them; however, in search of a hate buzz, I cruised Foxnews.com and Freerepublic.com comment sections and read all about Chappaquiddick and William Kennedy Smith.
As much as I detest the mouthbreathers who post this stuff, I have to admit that they are right to point that Kennedy had a hand in a young girl's death. Did he drive her off the bridge? It sure looks that way. Could he have saved her? Only God knows.
Does Teddy's good work outweigh what happened that night? To be honest, I think it does. I'm sure the girl's family disagrees and I won't quibble over their point of view.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Done

Well, my Hellish week is finally over. The pill story I started three months ago went in today's paper, just in time for Garrison Keillor's arrival to town. I'm sure one or two locals will complain that I'm making the town look bad.
The story wasn't what I wanted it to be, but it still turned out pretty well. I found a girl in recovery who had really bottomed out. She was candid, which is key to any such story. The cop and doctor were serious, but very empathetic. There's no Pulitzer in my future, but I'm still proud of it.
The last couple weeks have convinced that I need to make some changes at the day job. No firings, but definitely reshuffling. I've put it off too long.