Why I love newspapers

Yesterday I was reminded why I enjoy working as a newspaper reporter.

A call came into the newsroom from a woman asking the editor if he would be willing to send someone to take a picture of a snowman her family built.

It wasn’t just any snowman, she told the editor, and it was 15 feet tall. I was sent because our photographer was busy.

The house is in Lorain, in a part of town known for crime.  A woman once called in and told me she had been keeping a log of all the arson cases and drug activity on her block.

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Cyber crap I’m back

It is quite obvious that I let this blog go by the wayside for the past few months.

There may be a reason I haven’t been writing on here — it’s likely the same reason writing has been a sporadic activity for me since the time I decided to pursue it.

When that time was is hard to say.

You’re witnessing the process that goes into transcribing thoughts to – - – - well I can’t say paper, so I guess I am transcribing some type of code converted into alphabetical characters by someone in a remote location who operates this particular area of cyberspace.

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