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When news really hits home

Discussion in 'Journalism topics only' started by RedCanuck, Jun 23, 2006.

  1. RedCanuck

    RedCanuck Active Member

    I think I have a renewed appreciation for the people in places like New Orleans who worked to cover the story of what was, in many ways, their own suffering...  from a small experience tonight.

    I was sitting at the ball park tonight as I often do and I heard a bunch of sirens.  I'm in a small enough town that we occasionally chase them, but instead I thought I'd enjoy doing my gamer.  Anyway, when I finally left the park,  all I could see driving east was this huge plume of smoke over downtown — practically right where my century-old apartment is.

    Anyway, an old abandoned hotel a block away from me was torched.  It had already been closed up for being a fire hazard and as old as it is, I thought it would go and take the whole block of  old buildings together.  Luckily,  within about three-four hours, they had the fire neutralized and the debris broken down with a high-ho to be sure it wouldn't spread.  Regardless, I spent the whole duration as I took 400 photos praying that it wasn't going to get me.  Then, to top it off, the little bastards set off a greenhouse at the high school at about the same time.

    Thanks to our firefighters, however, both fires are out, and I can live with being at work at 4:51 a.m. in what is now a 20-hour work day.  I can't go home because the power and water have been shut off, but at least I have a home to go to.   Thankfully, also, the police stepped up their patrols after the second fire, so I don't think I'll drag myself elsewhere. It certainly hits home when it's your own home that could suddenly be the next to fall to rubble and ash.
  2. Seabasket

    Seabasket Active Member

    Similar story.
    When I was in college, for one journalism class we had to go out and write a news story from something happening around campus. I was sitting in my dorm room playing Sega NHL '94 & drinking a Natty Light scanning the paper for any leads when I saw lights and sirens fly past my dorm. So I walked outside and followed them up a wooded trail where they were already putting up a police line. I asked what was going on, but they wouldn't give me an answer. I hung around long enough that maybe to get me to go away, they told me that someone had committed suicide. I couldn't believe it, because I knew I had my story, but at the expense of this person's life. I knew my story would be better than anything anyone else in the class had but I still felt somewhat guilty about it.
    It turned out to be a kid from my hometown that I vaguely knew. I was really conflicted but I did the story and turned it in before it made the local and campus papers. I got an A, but it was the most disturbing one I ever earned.
  3. tonysoprano

    tonysoprano Member

    Got to keep quiet on some stuff, so I don't out myself.

    But back in college, I was in a diner with a buddy and his girlfriend late one night when it got robbed.

    (Kinda funny ... As a kid, I snuck into a casino, and was at the poker tables along with Lenny Dykstra)
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