Reflections on a bowling alley

This weekend I covered the Show-Me State Games. It was rather enjoyable, actually. You can read my article here.

I woke up (at 10:30, no budgets on Saturdays) and got ready slowly. Then I picked up the schedule of events and just picked one I could go to right then and there at noon. I chose bowling mostly because it would be inside and not hot and I didn’t want to have to take another shower before my friend Dawn from St. Louis came to visit.

When I got there, I tried talking to some of the organizers to no avail. They just weren’t having it and I wasn’t about to force conversation with an official. Okay, so find real people.

At first I tried to talk to a couple both wearing pink shirts matching their teammates down below who were warming up. It was a cool idea so I thought it would be something to talk about… but they weren’t having it either. She answered my question with a yes and walked away.

Moving on… I tried to talk to another group of people and then someone asked me if I was a cop here to keep the peace. I kindly corrected him, man people really are afraid of anyone wearing a badge!

Then I finally started talking to one man and another man turned around to join in the conversation and mentioned that their local bowling alley in Moberly shut down in May so his son hasn’t had anywhere to practice. BINGO. There’s my story… so I sat down and talked with this big man about his son being in the MU Summer Transition program for minorities and his bowling habits. He was hilarious and so was his son, Isaiah, who told us that he was “Smexy” (smoking and sexy for those of you who aren’t 11 year old boys and don’t know these things).

All in all it was a good experience and then when I called to do accuracy checks the boy actually ended up winning, which was odd because he had thought he did really bad. But as my editors keep telling me the story isn’t always just about who wins.

Old school

Party in the j school library. I’m working on a timeline of the flood of ’93, and it’s super boring. Seriously God bless search engines online because they really make things so much easier than flipping through this old thing searching for something that I need. Then again Google also makes it a lot harder for people to be sneaky and it knows everything about us and all the embarrassing things I search sometimes such as “are unicorns Scotland’s national animal?” WHICH THEY ARE BY THE WAY… fun fact of the day.

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Though it does make me feel like I should be in a scene from the Girl With The Dragon Tattoo or something cool and BA.

Only 3 weeks left

Three weeks remain in this class at the Missourian. I don’t know if that makes me happy this class will be done or sad because it also means summer will be over soon. 

I feel like I’ve had a pretty good week. I knocked 5 clips out this week, and am on board to get something Sunday at the Show Me State Games, too. 

I had a little realization after my library story that blogs are like little alerts to Liz the editor because my SOS was heard and a few minutes after being posted she called me and offered to edit me because (I didn’t know) that it was the ACE’s last day in Columbia before she moves to Alaska! 

Well, TGIF and buon weekend miei amici! 

How to save a life

How to save a life? Today is patience. Or possibly leaving the newsroom. Kind of like that song by The Fray. Only not. 

Today I picked up two stories. Probably a big mistake, although the first one about Boone County Fair wasn’t so bad. 

This other store about little free libraries is actually really interesting to me. I had no problems in contacting people or writing the story and they answered on the first call for AC’s so I should have known that editing was going to be where the problem in this article would lie.

Or lack of editing, should I say. 

I finished the ac’s just a few minutes after the ACE stepped out for dinner and hasn’t been back for almost an hour now. And hasn’t responded to my text.

Do I leave so I don’t go crazy and kill someone? 

Someone teach me patience or zen skills or something. Must. Be. Bigger. Than. Hunger. And. Frustration. 

SOS