They say the news waits for no man. I wish it would kindly wait long
enough for me to shave.
Monday afternoon: Having returned from a brief sojourn to the dentist,
I
made my way to my bathroom sink. Razor, razor. Where’s the razor? A
month
of stubble on my face had turned into a fuzzy prickly mess. Razor found
… now for the shaving cream. [Ring!]
Guess what? It’s my editor, Mike. There’s been a huge drug
paraphernilia bust nationwide, and we need someone with a car to
cover
the issue and help the on-scene reporter, Ali. I fit the bill,
because I live a few blocks away from one of the local headshops (and I
like to drive.)
After wrangling with federal agents and talking the talk with DEA
agents,
Ali and I busted out the story. Cut to Tuesday morning. Showered,
toweled
off, 8:32 a.m. Perhaps I have time to shave?
I get a call at 8:33. It’s the secretary from Eugene’s federal court.
There’s gonna be a pre-trial hearing for the two men who are accused of
supplying drug paraphernilia. Forget the razor. Whoo, another story. I
met
Rick Dancer, KEZI anchorman of fame, at the court hearing. He was
really
nice. Not only did he speak in complete sentences, but he also made a
photocopy of the indictment against the two guys so I could use it for
the
next
article that Ali and I wrote.
To summarize: Lots of writing, lots of news. At beginning of the week,
bearded.
At the end of the week, I finally shaved. And it’s time for a nap now.