Small shop peeps who belong in the big time

I thought it was Todd M. Adams. But what's in a name, anyway?

 

Correct. That's the kind of thing Todd M. Adams never would mess up. Clearly, I'm no Todd M. Adams.

 

I know this girl in North Adams called Krystal that's looking for an NFL beat ...

 

I could only hope Todd M. Adams would never mess up his name. That would kinda suck.

 

Knew a great photographer at a weekly paper. Not a great guy, but excellent eye for photos. But he hated leaving his hometown. Even hated going on the road to cover state tourneys.
Everyone tried to get him to move on, but he didn't want to leave home.
Probably the best photographer I've ever worked with.

 

The photog at my shop is in demand because she takes brilliant photos. About the only thing she doesn't do brilliantly is sports photography. Even then she's just solid.

She has a great eye for photos and takes great care with shot composition. She's taught me a lot about photojournalism in the time I've been at my shop.

She could legitimately work for a big daily instead of the weekly where we ply our trade.

 

When I hit bottom in the early 1990s and, on a dead-cat bounce, wound up working at a Virginia weekly with the kind of staff you could never put together now, there were a couple of shooters I dealt with, one on our staff and one in the next town over.

I always thought they were so much better than what they were doing. I kept telling them that. Finally, they both decided all the people telling them that might have been right.

Last time I looked, one was shooting for Congressional Quarterly and the other was working for the Economist Newspaper Group in D.C. Both do kick-ass work at that level and really distinguished themselves on 9-11.

 

Todd M. Adams not only can write his ass off, he is one of the best-dressed newspaper men you'll find in this post-1940s world. He does this thing where he leaves the top two shirt buttons unbottoned. Genius.

Hung out with him one time in Sioux City. He kept having to leave, though, to look for a cash machine.

 

Todd Adams' tears cure cancer. Problem is, Todd Adams never cries.

 

Ah, let the newbie stupidity flow.

 

Baseball guy at Beaver County Times. His name escapes me.

 

Ah, Spnited, just because are older than the both of them combined... doesn't mean you have to ruin their fun...