I am pleased with our current state government keeping election promises of no new taxes. This has certainly helped to maintain our local infrastructures, roadways, state highways and bridges.
Our children are benefiting greatly because we as parents do not have to pay any extra for public education. This apparently leaves more money in our pockets to dole out to pay for fundraisers to support the school activities such as classroom supplies and learning projects, field trips, computer lab and library privileges. Not to mention the choir or band, and sports fees.
Am I missing something here?
Dangers of roads and bridges in ill-repair aside, insufficient government support for our children's education is hurting everyone.
Government support for pubic education has declined significantly in the past ten years. Our teachers and education staff are doing much more with much less. While funding has decreased, federally mandated programs have increased. And the cost of technology continues to rise. Transportation and fuels costs are escalating and the population of our communities are rising.
Providing a strong education for our children is important to prepare our children to become productive adults. Keeping up with technology is a part of the process. We simply cannot deny those facts.
Nine out of ten Minnesota school districts receive local tax dollars to support core curriculum. There is a huge difference in the funding between districts, however. For instance, Brainerd area residents contribute $199 per student while similar size districts such as Wayzata receive $1,572 per student. The average level for similar size school districts is $802.
Substandard funding should not be tolerated. Quality education is everyone's responsibility.
I understand the arguments of the elderly, or those living on a fixed income and the extra tax can become a burden. But there are refunds available to those who qualify so this should not be an issue.
I do not understand the argument of statements such as, "I don't have kids," or "My kids are all grown up." "I paid for my kid's education already."
First of all, somebody else, years ago, also helped pay for your kid's public education through government tax dollars. Now that your kids are all grown up or you don't have any kids, think about this:
Do you like your healthcare provider? Does your doctor have kids in school? How about your nurse? What about the convenience store clerk? Maybe your auto mechanic or hair dresser has youngsters in school. Or how about the waitress who serves your afternoon coffee and pie? Your bus driver? Trash collector? Mail carrier?
How about your friendly fire fighter and first responder? Your state trooper or local cop?
Now think about how your life would be affected without these people.
If our schools cannot provide quality education for our children, many professionals may chose to move to an area that will step up to the plate and go to bat for all of the children.
Many school districts across the state — 99 of them — are seeking operating levies this fall. Our local community school districts include Onamia, Milaca, Mora, Pierze, Crosby-Ironton, Elk River, Monticello, St. Cloud, Princeton, Pine City, Becker, Brainerd and Braham.
Election day is one week away. If the referendum does not pass on Nov. 6 in Brainerd alone, two schools will need to close, 60 to 100 teachers and educators will be let go, class sizes will increase from an average of 27 to 35 students, many high school electives and AP courses will be eliminated, middle school athletics and activities will be eliminated, and 18 high school league sports, activities and performing arts will be eliminated.
You can make a difference in the lives of our children and invest in the future of our community. Please, don't let the education bridges fall and the roads to learning crumble. Vote YES on Nov. 6.
Peace.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Busy news girl!
It has been a busy couple of weeks for this Messenger news girl. But, it is just not all work and no play for this reporter. OK, well, it is all work. Don't tell my boss I have fun doing my job. But then again, a wise person once said, if you love your job, you will never work a day in your life.
So I thought I would share a little of the behind the scenes what I have been up to in the last few weeks.
I wrote an article a couple weeks ago about a gal who is learning to shoot. Amy Doyle, of Brainerd, is a transplanted city girl, she said. Making the move to the north country has been great for her. She is having fun trying different outdoorsy things. One of the items on her list was learning to shoot.
I followed Amy to Wealthwood Rod and Gun Club just north of Garrison. The story published in the Oct. 10 edition of the Messenger mentioned two girls who learned to shoot that day. I didn't mention the second gal in the story and no body questioned who the second gal was. Either no body read the story or they just didn't pay attention.
I was the second gal learning to shoot that day under the patient direction of Bill Carroll.
Bill said I was a quick study and took to shooting like a duck to water. We started out in the simulator shooting blanks at a movie screen. Then moved outside to the skeet area and then on to the trap area.
I shot 20 rounds and hit 16 of them. Not bad shooting, I guess. (Usually you shoot 25, but that is all the time we had.)
The Garrison Fire Department open house was a huge success. I am guessing there were about 200 people who came to visit with the fire fighters and emergency crews on hand Saturday, Oct. 13. I have seen a lot of those guys and gals in action fighting real fires and on the scenes of accidents. They all deserve a standing ovation for their dedication to the job. A volunteer job at that.
So, thank you Garrison Fire and Rescue!
While on the assignment I had the opportunity to learn about the Crow Wing County Bomb Squad. Who knew there was such a thing in central Minnesota? Certainly not me.
Deputy Tim Moe filled me in on all the things they can do with the robots like disarming bombs and armed bad guys in hostile situations.
Then he let me try on the bomb suit.
First they helped me into the jacket and tightened it up. I could hardly move my arms. Let alone bend over to even attempt to try on the pants. I knew if I fell down, there would be no way I could ever get up. I would be like that kid in the "Christmas Story" wearing the snow suit — laying in the snow, screaming for help.
Next the plopped that helmet on my head and strapped that on tight as well.
I heard Sheriff Todd Dahl's muffled voice through the thick insulation of the helmet saying, "tuck your chin down." He explained if the guys on the squad do not tuck their chin down inside the collar of the jacket, if a bomb were to detinate, shrapnel can get up inside the helmet. Not a good thing.
Then they told me to run down to the corner and back.
Not on your life. I made it to the end of the truck before I started getting claustrophobic. Hyperventilating in a bomb suit helmet is not a good thing. At least there were paramedics close by, should I need one, which I didn't. Thank goodness.
Bomb squad techies in traning wear that suit — pants, jacket and helmet — for ten hours a day in heat, rain and cold. Heat is the worst, but no matter what the outdoor temperature is, it hets up quickly in that suit when you are just standing there. I can't imagine adding ones own body heat caused by stress and endorphin releasing adrenalin of a real life situation. Deputy Tim explained the suit is rated for 8 pounds of explosive at a distance of ten feet. Any more explosive, or closer, and it could be fatal. "At least the suit will hold all the pieces together and there will be something to bury," Tim said.
Not a pleasant thought. Tim knows there is great risk in being a member of the bomb squad. But it is a risk he is willing to take in the name of public safety.
Thanks Crow Wing County Sheriff's Office.
Just last week, I hung out with the Mille Lacs County Sheriff's Office for an afternoon. The story of the pursuit driving training course will be published in an upcoming edition of the Messenger. (Oct. 31). So I can't let the whole story out of the bag. But I can tell you I learned a lot about my own driving. Here is a little peek behind the scenes that you will not see in next weeks printed edition.
Keeping your hands on the wheel, in the position of 9 and 3 o'clock with the thumbs resting on the wheel in an up position on the wheel is important. You actually do have better control over the vehicle. I know. Because Sheriff Brent Lindgren let me try it. Deputy Dan Holada gave me a lesson in how to hold the wheel and drive the course.
I drove slowly at first — yes, a real squad car — and then added lights and siren as I picked up speed. "Adding the lights and siren actually helps you concentrate," Dan said. "It increases stress and adrenalin."
It did. My heart rate increased and I could feel the tension in my hands while I gripped the sterring wheel. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
The hardest part for me was my hands getting mixed up. I was trying hard to drive with my hands at 9 and 3 and letting the hand not doing the turn slide through the wheel. I am used to doing the cross-over thing — not recommended anymore.
But keeping my hands at 9 and 3 really held control of the vehicle while going through the serpentine element of the course.
Apparently, I have some trust issues. At one point in the course the driver is suppose to brake hard, then immediately excelerate to 30 mph within a distance of less than 75 feet. That means pedel to the metal — literally. Then Dan said he would tell me when to brake and I should not hit the brake before he told me. The problem (my problem) is the braking piont was in a curve. A sharp curve.
"Just trust me," Dan said. "I wont let you brake to late."
At slow speeds, I trusted Dan. At faster speeds, I had a hard time trusting him. My instincts were to brake sooner. Which is fine for driving to soccer practice, but not so good when you are a cop in an amergency pursuit situation. Good thing I will only be driving to soccer practice.
Although I had a blast driving a squad car, and watching the guys go through their training — also having fun — pursuit driving is dangerous. The training is important. Pursuit driving is rated number two for officer on the job fatalities. Number one is death by gunfire.
They wouldn't let me drive the squad car off the enclosed parking lot. So I got in my Jeep and drove home with no lights or siren. Slowly. Within the speed limit, anyway. With my hands at 9 and 3.
Thanks to Sheriff Brent Lindgren, Deputy Dan Holada and the Mille Lacs County Sheriff's Office.
So there you have a quick glimpse behind the scenes - a day in the life of a reporter. It is not all work and it is not all fun and games. But then again, sometimes it is.
Peace!
So I thought I would share a little of the behind the scenes what I have been up to in the last few weeks.
I wrote an article a couple weeks ago about a gal who is learning to shoot. Amy Doyle, of Brainerd, is a transplanted city girl, she said. Making the move to the north country has been great for her. She is having fun trying different outdoorsy things. One of the items on her list was learning to shoot.
I followed Amy to Wealthwood Rod and Gun Club just north of Garrison. The story published in the Oct. 10 edition of the Messenger mentioned two girls who learned to shoot that day. I didn't mention the second gal in the story and no body questioned who the second gal was. Either no body read the story or they just didn't pay attention.
I was the second gal learning to shoot that day under the patient direction of Bill Carroll.
Bill said I was a quick study and took to shooting like a duck to water. We started out in the simulator shooting blanks at a movie screen. Then moved outside to the skeet area and then on to the trap area.
I shot 20 rounds and hit 16 of them. Not bad shooting, I guess. (Usually you shoot 25, but that is all the time we had.)
The Garrison Fire Department open house was a huge success. I am guessing there were about 200 people who came to visit with the fire fighters and emergency crews on hand Saturday, Oct. 13. I have seen a lot of those guys and gals in action fighting real fires and on the scenes of accidents. They all deserve a standing ovation for their dedication to the job. A volunteer job at that.
So, thank you Garrison Fire and Rescue!
While on the assignment I had the opportunity to learn about the Crow Wing County Bomb Squad. Who knew there was such a thing in central Minnesota? Certainly not me.
Deputy Tim Moe filled me in on all the things they can do with the robots like disarming bombs and armed bad guys in hostile situations.
Then he let me try on the bomb suit.
First they helped me into the jacket and tightened it up. I could hardly move my arms. Let alone bend over to even attempt to try on the pants. I knew if I fell down, there would be no way I could ever get up. I would be like that kid in the "Christmas Story" wearing the snow suit — laying in the snow, screaming for help.
Next the plopped that helmet on my head and strapped that on tight as well.
I heard Sheriff Todd Dahl's muffled voice through the thick insulation of the helmet saying, "tuck your chin down." He explained if the guys on the squad do not tuck their chin down inside the collar of the jacket, if a bomb were to detinate, shrapnel can get up inside the helmet. Not a good thing.
Then they told me to run down to the corner and back.
Not on your life. I made it to the end of the truck before I started getting claustrophobic. Hyperventilating in a bomb suit helmet is not a good thing. At least there were paramedics close by, should I need one, which I didn't. Thank goodness.
Bomb squad techies in traning wear that suit — pants, jacket and helmet — for ten hours a day in heat, rain and cold. Heat is the worst, but no matter what the outdoor temperature is, it hets up quickly in that suit when you are just standing there. I can't imagine adding ones own body heat caused by stress and endorphin releasing adrenalin of a real life situation. Deputy Tim explained the suit is rated for 8 pounds of explosive at a distance of ten feet. Any more explosive, or closer, and it could be fatal. "At least the suit will hold all the pieces together and there will be something to bury," Tim said.
Not a pleasant thought. Tim knows there is great risk in being a member of the bomb squad. But it is a risk he is willing to take in the name of public safety.
Thanks Crow Wing County Sheriff's Office.
Just last week, I hung out with the Mille Lacs County Sheriff's Office for an afternoon. The story of the pursuit driving training course will be published in an upcoming edition of the Messenger. (Oct. 31). So I can't let the whole story out of the bag. But I can tell you I learned a lot about my own driving. Here is a little peek behind the scenes that you will not see in next weeks printed edition.
Keeping your hands on the wheel, in the position of 9 and 3 o'clock with the thumbs resting on the wheel in an up position on the wheel is important. You actually do have better control over the vehicle. I know. Because Sheriff Brent Lindgren let me try it. Deputy Dan Holada gave me a lesson in how to hold the wheel and drive the course.
I drove slowly at first — yes, a real squad car — and then added lights and siren as I picked up speed. "Adding the lights and siren actually helps you concentrate," Dan said. "It increases stress and adrenalin."
It did. My heart rate increased and I could feel the tension in my hands while I gripped the sterring wheel. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
The hardest part for me was my hands getting mixed up. I was trying hard to drive with my hands at 9 and 3 and letting the hand not doing the turn slide through the wheel. I am used to doing the cross-over thing — not recommended anymore.
But keeping my hands at 9 and 3 really held control of the vehicle while going through the serpentine element of the course.
Apparently, I have some trust issues. At one point in the course the driver is suppose to brake hard, then immediately excelerate to 30 mph within a distance of less than 75 feet. That means pedel to the metal — literally. Then Dan said he would tell me when to brake and I should not hit the brake before he told me. The problem (my problem) is the braking piont was in a curve. A sharp curve.
"Just trust me," Dan said. "I wont let you brake to late."
At slow speeds, I trusted Dan. At faster speeds, I had a hard time trusting him. My instincts were to brake sooner. Which is fine for driving to soccer practice, but not so good when you are a cop in an amergency pursuit situation. Good thing I will only be driving to soccer practice.
Although I had a blast driving a squad car, and watching the guys go through their training — also having fun — pursuit driving is dangerous. The training is important. Pursuit driving is rated number two for officer on the job fatalities. Number one is death by gunfire.
They wouldn't let me drive the squad car off the enclosed parking lot. So I got in my Jeep and drove home with no lights or siren. Slowly. Within the speed limit, anyway. With my hands at 9 and 3.
Thanks to Sheriff Brent Lindgren, Deputy Dan Holada and the Mille Lacs County Sheriff's Office.
So there you have a quick glimpse behind the scenes - a day in the life of a reporter. It is not all work and it is not all fun and games. But then again, sometimes it is.
Peace!
Friday, October 12, 2007
Weekend buzz
Looking for something to do this weekend?
The Garrison fire Department is celebrating fire prevention week. Stop by the fire hall on Saturday, Oct. 13 from 4 to 6 p.m. at 27174 Central Street in Garrison for some free fun for the whole family.
Did I mention FREE? There will be free fire truck rides; free blood pressure screening; free vile of life program; free hot dogs, brats, chips and pop, free gifts; and free goodie bags.
You will have an opportunity to meet the members of the Garrison fire and rescue department, Smokey the Bear, and Crow Wing county Sheriff Todd Dahl.
There will be lots of information to help keep your family safe in case of fire.
Stop on by and say hello.
Later that evening you can take a stand to end domestic violence. Members of TADA — teens against dating violence — invite you to dance away dating violence in a safe and healthy environment.
And it is FREE!
There will be DJ music by Top Shelf Karaoke for dancing enjoyment. A karaoke contest will certainly entertain the guests with other contests, games, prizes food and fun. This is a great opportunity to support healthy relationships and promote teens against dating abuse. You may even meet new friends! There is a surprise guest appearance! (I don't even know who or what that is all about, but I can hardly wait to find out!)
WHERE: Lions Community Center in Onamia
TIME: Doors open at 6 p.m. dance is over at 10 p.m.
Bring a non-parishable food item to donate to the Onamia food pantry and receive an extra entry for a "fabulous" prize.
For more informaiotn call Pearl Crisis Center at 800-933-6914.
Have a safe and healthy weekend.
The Garrison fire Department is celebrating fire prevention week. Stop by the fire hall on Saturday, Oct. 13 from 4 to 6 p.m. at 27174 Central Street in Garrison for some free fun for the whole family.
Did I mention FREE? There will be free fire truck rides; free blood pressure screening; free vile of life program; free hot dogs, brats, chips and pop, free gifts; and free goodie bags.
You will have an opportunity to meet the members of the Garrison fire and rescue department, Smokey the Bear, and Crow Wing county Sheriff Todd Dahl.
There will be lots of information to help keep your family safe in case of fire.
Stop on by and say hello.
Later that evening you can take a stand to end domestic violence. Members of TADA — teens against dating violence — invite you to dance away dating violence in a safe and healthy environment.
And it is FREE!
There will be DJ music by Top Shelf Karaoke for dancing enjoyment. A karaoke contest will certainly entertain the guests with other contests, games, prizes food and fun. This is a great opportunity to support healthy relationships and promote teens against dating abuse. You may even meet new friends! There is a surprise guest appearance! (I don't even know who or what that is all about, but I can hardly wait to find out!)
WHERE: Lions Community Center in Onamia
TIME: Doors open at 6 p.m. dance is over at 10 p.m.
Bring a non-parishable food item to donate to the Onamia food pantry and receive an extra entry for a "fabulous" prize.
For more informaiotn call Pearl Crisis Center at 800-933-6914.
Have a safe and healthy weekend.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
It can happen in your hometown
The headline called it a crime of passion.
The town of Crandon, Wis. is a small town of about 1,900 people where acccording to one resident, everybody knows everybody. It is by all accounts a peaceful, non-violent town. Murders don't happen in Crandon. Until last weekend.
The quiet midwestern town is now gireving the loss of six young people who were discovered shot dead at a home early morning Sunday, Oct. 7. Townsfolk never thought such a tremendous tragedy could strike their hometown.
Apparently, according to the Tribune, Tyler Peterson, 20, was a full time Forest County Sheriff's deputy and part time Crandon police officer until this off-duty officer went on a "shooting rampage" killing the six teen-agers and young adults. Peterson was killed by gunfire later about 8 miles north of Crandon. The Crandon police chief would not elaborate on the details.
The Tribune article said they were all real good kids. Just "run-of-the-mill" regular kids, the 7 young people who were at a pizza and movie party at a white two-story duplex.
Crandon folks may never know what happened exactly or why. The residents are calling it a crime of passion. Peterson may have been involved with a young woman who lived in the duplex. One theory is the relationship ended and Peterson went into a fit of jealousy. The young woman is one of the victims shot dead in the white two-story duplex.
Crime of passion? Fit of jeolousy? However you phrase it, what it is, is domestic violence.
The young mother of one of the victims, a 14-year-old girl, is still hoping she will wake up and it will all have been a bad dream. The nightmare may have just begun for the families of the 6 victims, 1 survivor and the entire town of Crandon — where everbody knows everybody.
The town is in shock one resident said. Peterson was a reasonable guy. He was laid back and "didn't seem like they type of person who would go on a shooting rampage or murder someone," one resident said.
But how does one know what type of person will go on a shooting rampage? How does one recognize a murderer?
When you think "It can't happen to me" or "stuff like that doesn't happen in this quiet little town" think again. It can happen anywhere. It can happen everywhere. It can happen here.
October is domestic violence awareness month. Here are some things you should know:
* Every 11 seconds a woman is beaten in the United States, according to the FBI.
* Every 45 seconds a woman in the United States is raped, according to the FBI.
* About 30 percent of women seeking tretment in hospital ER's are victims of abuse from husbands or boyfriends.
* 1 in 3 females and 1 in 6 males will be sexually assaulted during their lifetime.
* Sexual violence is not an impulsive, uncontrolable act. Most assaults are planned by the assailant.
* Sexual assault is never the victim's fault.
* 30 to 50 percent of female high school students experience dating violence.
* 40 percent of teenage girls know of someone who has been beaten by a boyfriend.
* 30 percent of all murdered teeange girls re killed by a current or former boyfriend.
Could the tragedy in Crandon have been avoided or prevented? Only Peterson knows what went wrong that tragic night. There may never be an answer to that question. But if you or someone you know is being hurt, or in an abusive relationship, there is help. Trust your instincts and don't downplay the danger. If you feel unsafe, you probably are. Take threats seriously. Relationships are the most lethal when a victim tries to end a relationship.
In an emergency call 911.
If you need an advocate or help, call the crisis line at 1-800-933-6914.
Coming in the Messenger you will meet some very brave people who have over come domestic violence. Parts of the stories are graphic as one victim described a nightmarish event. The stories can be perceived as sad, but actually send a message of courage and hope.
The people shared their stories with me because: Silence hides violence. Love shouldn't hurt. Dating violence is wrong. It is also against the law.
Those are all catchy slogins. But they are more than advertising jargin. They are all very true statements.
Please, take a stand. Get involved in peace and non-violent initiatives. Take a moment to think about what could happen in your small town. In this small town. In your hometown. Before violence leaves behind a hole even hate cannot fill.
Peace.
The town of Crandon, Wis. is a small town of about 1,900 people where acccording to one resident, everybody knows everybody. It is by all accounts a peaceful, non-violent town. Murders don't happen in Crandon. Until last weekend.
The quiet midwestern town is now gireving the loss of six young people who were discovered shot dead at a home early morning Sunday, Oct. 7. Townsfolk never thought such a tremendous tragedy could strike their hometown.
Apparently, according to the Tribune, Tyler Peterson, 20, was a full time Forest County Sheriff's deputy and part time Crandon police officer until this off-duty officer went on a "shooting rampage" killing the six teen-agers and young adults. Peterson was killed by gunfire later about 8 miles north of Crandon. The Crandon police chief would not elaborate on the details.
The Tribune article said they were all real good kids. Just "run-of-the-mill" regular kids, the 7 young people who were at a pizza and movie party at a white two-story duplex.
Crandon folks may never know what happened exactly or why. The residents are calling it a crime of passion. Peterson may have been involved with a young woman who lived in the duplex. One theory is the relationship ended and Peterson went into a fit of jealousy. The young woman is one of the victims shot dead in the white two-story duplex.
Crime of passion? Fit of jeolousy? However you phrase it, what it is, is domestic violence.
The young mother of one of the victims, a 14-year-old girl, is still hoping she will wake up and it will all have been a bad dream. The nightmare may have just begun for the families of the 6 victims, 1 survivor and the entire town of Crandon — where everbody knows everybody.
The town is in shock one resident said. Peterson was a reasonable guy. He was laid back and "didn't seem like they type of person who would go on a shooting rampage or murder someone," one resident said.
But how does one know what type of person will go on a shooting rampage? How does one recognize a murderer?
When you think "It can't happen to me" or "stuff like that doesn't happen in this quiet little town" think again. It can happen anywhere. It can happen everywhere. It can happen here.
October is domestic violence awareness month. Here are some things you should know:
* Every 11 seconds a woman is beaten in the United States, according to the FBI.
* Every 45 seconds a woman in the United States is raped, according to the FBI.
* About 30 percent of women seeking tretment in hospital ER's are victims of abuse from husbands or boyfriends.
* 1 in 3 females and 1 in 6 males will be sexually assaulted during their lifetime.
* Sexual violence is not an impulsive, uncontrolable act. Most assaults are planned by the assailant.
* Sexual assault is never the victim's fault.
* 30 to 50 percent of female high school students experience dating violence.
* 40 percent of teenage girls know of someone who has been beaten by a boyfriend.
* 30 percent of all murdered teeange girls re killed by a current or former boyfriend.
Could the tragedy in Crandon have been avoided or prevented? Only Peterson knows what went wrong that tragic night. There may never be an answer to that question. But if you or someone you know is being hurt, or in an abusive relationship, there is help. Trust your instincts and don't downplay the danger. If you feel unsafe, you probably are. Take threats seriously. Relationships are the most lethal when a victim tries to end a relationship.
In an emergency call 911.
If you need an advocate or help, call the crisis line at 1-800-933-6914.
Coming in the Messenger you will meet some very brave people who have over come domestic violence. Parts of the stories are graphic as one victim described a nightmarish event. The stories can be perceived as sad, but actually send a message of courage and hope.
The people shared their stories with me because: Silence hides violence. Love shouldn't hurt. Dating violence is wrong. It is also against the law.
Those are all catchy slogins. But they are more than advertising jargin. They are all very true statements.
Please, take a stand. Get involved in peace and non-violent initiatives. Take a moment to think about what could happen in your small town. In this small town. In your hometown. Before violence leaves behind a hole even hate cannot fill.
Peace.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Catching up to do
An old acquaintance stopped by last week. Some of you may know him as well. His name is Murphy and he has some laws.
Actually, things didn't go wrong last week, they just went wild.
That's the way it goes in this business sometimes. We get our assignments for the week and away we go. The calander is usually quite full.
Things were moving along quite well last week and my regular assignments were all on track. I swung through Garrison on my way to an interview and as luck would have it, I was ahead of schedule. Those of you who know me may find that hard to believe, but that day, it was true. I stopped to talk to a couple of local guys who were hooking up a trailer to head out for duck hunting. We chatted a few minutes, laughed a bit and I was on my way.
So I am driving along about 15 minutes later and nearly half way to Milaca when my phone rings.
"Hey, Viv," my friend says. "I am not sure, but I think the Deerwood bank in Garrison was just robbed."
"Yeah, right," I says.
"No, I am serious!"
Well, I pulled over (Of course, I was driving and talking at the same time previously, very carefully, mind you, and I was using my hands free Bluetooth device.) I made one phone call and confirmed, the bank had in fact been robbed.
I am so thankfull for the tip I got from my friend. I always keep my sources confidential, so I am withholding his name. But he was certainly my best friend for the day!
I had been on my way to what I knew what would be an awsome interview. I felt badly I had to re-schedule hoping desperately I could work it out. We did, fortunately, and I turned around and headed back to Garrison.
I did my thing there at the bank. It turns out the bank was robbed at gunpoint only about 5 minutes after I had left the area the first time. I talked to the Sheriff, got the scoop and a few photos. They were looking for a dude about 6 feet tall, 225 pounds wearing a Twins ball cap and blue jacket. He had a goatee and mustache. The Goateed Gunman left the area driving a silver Toyota Camry.
I and was on my way again. We got the story on our website (www.millelacsmessenger.com) as quickly as possible for the breaking news, because that is my job, to get the news and get it to you as quickly and accurately as possible. The Internet helps the weekly paper become more like a daily paper when need be. and just for your information, we had our basic story posted before the local daily.
Anyway, excitement like that doesn't come along the sleepy litttle resort town of Garrison very often. And when it does, the news travels fast. By the time I had left the area back on track to Milaca, I had three more phone calls from some fine peeps in Garrison giving me the scoop. I thanked them each . I am always extremely appreciative to recieve such tips — anytime!
The cops were quite active in the area for the next few days stopping just about any silver or grey Camry, or anything even close. Several fine citizens in Garrison were stopped and even some searches of some area homes. One of which resulted in a family pet being shot and killed by an officer. (See story in this weeks paper.)
Watching the news last night, they showed photos of a guy who has robbed a few banks in Minnesota and South Dakota. The last bank he robbed was Tuesday, Sept. 18 at 11:30 a.m. at the Washington County Bank on White Bear Avenue in Maplewood. He is said to be about 6 feet tall and around 200 pounds, wearing a hat and goatee.
To, me, he looks an aweful lot like the Goateed Gunman of Garrison who robbed that little bank on Thursday, Sept. 27. The Garrison dude may be a bit older as he is said to have a "salt and pepper" colored goatee. Compairing the photos, the similarities are there. Brothers? cousins? or just a couple of friends? Or no relationship at all, they just happen to both have goatees and wear caps and rob banks and sort of look alike. Or maybe it is the same guy. Add a couple of pounds, or just a heavier jacket, and fill in the goatee with a couple of day's growth and I guess anything is possible. It had been a few days since the last robbery.
But just in case the Goateed Gunman is reading this, be warned, the peeps of Garrison are still looking for the silver Camry and you.
We finished off the Garrison week with an exciting Mille Lacs Crossing. An epic event of wind dancers in the form of kite boarders and windsurfers racing out across the lake on a course of 16 miles. Perfect wind and nice weather and a great bunch of folks. My hat goes off to all of the volunteers who made the event possible, expecially the local folks who step in and volunteer their time, gas, boats and equipment to give support on the water.
Tourists and locals lined the shore of Mille Lacs all along Garrison Bay for several hours to watch the colorful display of sails and kites. If you haven't ever seen one of these races, or watched the kiters perform, you really should check it out sometime.
I've had some catching up to do, but that was the excitement in Garrison last week. Keep track here and of course at www.millelacsmessenger.com. We will keep you posted.
Peace.
p.s. John, I know. I still can't spell. But I warned you at the beginning, this is unedited and apparently I can't figure out spell check on here either. Good thing you can't see the full moon right now. I am not 'wining' and remember " ... sometimes, I even put it in food."
Actually, things didn't go wrong last week, they just went wild.
That's the way it goes in this business sometimes. We get our assignments for the week and away we go. The calander is usually quite full.
Things were moving along quite well last week and my regular assignments were all on track. I swung through Garrison on my way to an interview and as luck would have it, I was ahead of schedule. Those of you who know me may find that hard to believe, but that day, it was true. I stopped to talk to a couple of local guys who were hooking up a trailer to head out for duck hunting. We chatted a few minutes, laughed a bit and I was on my way.
So I am driving along about 15 minutes later and nearly half way to Milaca when my phone rings.
"Hey, Viv," my friend says. "I am not sure, but I think the Deerwood bank in Garrison was just robbed."
"Yeah, right," I says.
"No, I am serious!"
Well, I pulled over (Of course, I was driving and talking at the same time previously, very carefully, mind you, and I was using my hands free Bluetooth device.) I made one phone call and confirmed, the bank had in fact been robbed.
I am so thankfull for the tip I got from my friend. I always keep my sources confidential, so I am withholding his name. But he was certainly my best friend for the day!
I had been on my way to what I knew what would be an awsome interview. I felt badly I had to re-schedule hoping desperately I could work it out. We did, fortunately, and I turned around and headed back to Garrison.
I did my thing there at the bank. It turns out the bank was robbed at gunpoint only about 5 minutes after I had left the area the first time. I talked to the Sheriff, got the scoop and a few photos. They were looking for a dude about 6 feet tall, 225 pounds wearing a Twins ball cap and blue jacket. He had a goatee and mustache. The Goateed Gunman left the area driving a silver Toyota Camry.
I and was on my way again. We got the story on our website (www.millelacsmessenger.com) as quickly as possible for the breaking news, because that is my job, to get the news and get it to you as quickly and accurately as possible. The Internet helps the weekly paper become more like a daily paper when need be. and just for your information, we had our basic story posted before the local daily.
Anyway, excitement like that doesn't come along the sleepy litttle resort town of Garrison very often. And when it does, the news travels fast. By the time I had left the area back on track to Milaca, I had three more phone calls from some fine peeps in Garrison giving me the scoop. I thanked them each . I am always extremely appreciative to recieve such tips — anytime!
The cops were quite active in the area for the next few days stopping just about any silver or grey Camry, or anything even close. Several fine citizens in Garrison were stopped and even some searches of some area homes. One of which resulted in a family pet being shot and killed by an officer. (See story in this weeks paper.)
Watching the news last night, they showed photos of a guy who has robbed a few banks in Minnesota and South Dakota. The last bank he robbed was Tuesday, Sept. 18 at 11:30 a.m. at the Washington County Bank on White Bear Avenue in Maplewood. He is said to be about 6 feet tall and around 200 pounds, wearing a hat and goatee.
To, me, he looks an aweful lot like the Goateed Gunman of Garrison who robbed that little bank on Thursday, Sept. 27. The Garrison dude may be a bit older as he is said to have a "salt and pepper" colored goatee. Compairing the photos, the similarities are there. Brothers? cousins? or just a couple of friends? Or no relationship at all, they just happen to both have goatees and wear caps and rob banks and sort of look alike. Or maybe it is the same guy. Add a couple of pounds, or just a heavier jacket, and fill in the goatee with a couple of day's growth and I guess anything is possible. It had been a few days since the last robbery.
But just in case the Goateed Gunman is reading this, be warned, the peeps of Garrison are still looking for the silver Camry and you.
We finished off the Garrison week with an exciting Mille Lacs Crossing. An epic event of wind dancers in the form of kite boarders and windsurfers racing out across the lake on a course of 16 miles. Perfect wind and nice weather and a great bunch of folks. My hat goes off to all of the volunteers who made the event possible, expecially the local folks who step in and volunteer their time, gas, boats and equipment to give support on the water.
Tourists and locals lined the shore of Mille Lacs all along Garrison Bay for several hours to watch the colorful display of sails and kites. If you haven't ever seen one of these races, or watched the kiters perform, you really should check it out sometime.
I've had some catching up to do, but that was the excitement in Garrison last week. Keep track here and of course at www.millelacsmessenger.com. We will keep you posted.
Peace.
p.s. John, I know. I still can't spell. But I warned you at the beginning, this is unedited and apparently I can't figure out spell check on here either. Good thing you can't see the full moon right now. I am not 'wining' and remember " ... sometimes, I even put it in food."
Monday, September 24, 2007
Reggae recap
Saturday was a beautiful day and it seemed all the stars were alined. I had enjoyed a wonderful morning shooting photos of the brilliant fall colors. I had a handfull of coupons and found major bargins on an afternoon shopping trip. Everything was just fitting into place so nicely. It was a chocolate mouse without any calories, sunshine on your shoulder, wind in your hair and no limit day!
The evening was gorgeous! I was all excited for the reggae festival on Saturday night. What a wonderful evening for an outdoor concert. I arrived between bands and waited patiently for the music to start. I anticipated a Jamaican sound with provocotive percussion in 4/4 time with A-minor chords producing a kind of repetative and hypnotic sound.
After a seemingly extended period to set up, a 3-piece band took the stage. With the first chord of the guitar an explosion of electrical feedback pierced my eardrums. "Oh, ah, sorry, dudes," the lead guitar player said.
And I was. Sorry, that is.
The music reflected nothing I had anticipated. I was completely dissappointed.
I met a couple of wonderful people, tho. Which is probably pretty good odds considering there were only about 30 (pronounced tirdy by my new Jamaican friend) people in view at any one time. One of my new aquaintences told me the next band would be better. I should stick around.
I did. I gave them all the benefit of doubt. Certainly the band could not be any worse. And I enjoyed talking with some fascinating people while I waited.
I met Rasta Ziggi and Sterret Morrison, two charming Jamacian men currently residing in the Twin Cities. They were sharing a vendor booth - one of the two vendors set up at the festival. Sterret was selling jewelery and T-shirts with impressions of Bob Marley screen printed on the front. Ziggi was selling wildlife wood carvings, each with intricate details. Both of the men had personality unmatched by any folks I have met, well, since We Fest in August. Both men were highly entertaining.
"It's not easy to play reggae," Ziggi told me. "People try, but most don't get it." He was rolling his own cigarette as he spoke. Tabacco. Regular, not a green leafy substance, but perhaps it was imported.
"You ever been to Jamaica, mon?" Sterret asked.
"No. I have been to Wisconsin," I told them.
Apparently Wisconsin is not anything like Jamaica.
"You get your lily-white (mule) down to Jamaica, mon. You hear real reggae. This is not. They need a Jamaican to teach. See, it is backward, forward, backward, forward like 'dis," Ziggi said. "You try."
We all laughed and Ziggi sang a song - reggae style - he made up on the spot about me - "the camera lady who take a 'de pictures. "
A friend of Ziggi's stopped by the vendor booth. I apologize, but I cannot recall his name. They said they would make sure next year's festival would be better organized and publicised, perhaps even advertised. Time will tell, I suppose.
The guys said the next band would be better and they were. Quite good actually. Still not exactly what I had anticipated, but then after the first band I heard, the second was a delight.
The fire dancers would not be performing until around midnight, but they were running at least a half-hour behind schedule, I was told. Every person I talked to said the fire dancers would be worth the wait. But, quite honestly, I had had enough of the festival. I just had to leave.
"Come soon, mon," Ziggi said.
The evening was not a total loss. I can't say from experience, but I heard the next couple of bands were excellent. I enjoy meeting new people and there certainly were a handful of characters at the festival. Sometimes, it only takes one or two people to make an evening somewhat remarkable. Certainly unforgetable.
I haven't given up on reggae music. It is fun to listen to. And I haven't given up on trying the next festival.
"Backward, forward, that is all."
The evening was gorgeous! I was all excited for the reggae festival on Saturday night. What a wonderful evening for an outdoor concert. I arrived between bands and waited patiently for the music to start. I anticipated a Jamaican sound with provocotive percussion in 4/4 time with A-minor chords producing a kind of repetative and hypnotic sound.
After a seemingly extended period to set up, a 3-piece band took the stage. With the first chord of the guitar an explosion of electrical feedback pierced my eardrums. "Oh, ah, sorry, dudes," the lead guitar player said.
And I was. Sorry, that is.
The music reflected nothing I had anticipated. I was completely dissappointed.
I met a couple of wonderful people, tho. Which is probably pretty good odds considering there were only about 30 (pronounced tirdy by my new Jamaican friend) people in view at any one time. One of my new aquaintences told me the next band would be better. I should stick around.
I did. I gave them all the benefit of doubt. Certainly the band could not be any worse. And I enjoyed talking with some fascinating people while I waited.
I met Rasta Ziggi and Sterret Morrison, two charming Jamacian men currently residing in the Twin Cities. They were sharing a vendor booth - one of the two vendors set up at the festival. Sterret was selling jewelery and T-shirts with impressions of Bob Marley screen printed on the front. Ziggi was selling wildlife wood carvings, each with intricate details. Both of the men had personality unmatched by any folks I have met, well, since We Fest in August. Both men were highly entertaining.
"It's not easy to play reggae," Ziggi told me. "People try, but most don't get it." He was rolling his own cigarette as he spoke. Tabacco. Regular, not a green leafy substance, but perhaps it was imported.
"You ever been to Jamaica, mon?" Sterret asked.
"No. I have been to Wisconsin," I told them.
Apparently Wisconsin is not anything like Jamaica.
"You get your lily-white (mule) down to Jamaica, mon. You hear real reggae. This is not. They need a Jamaican to teach. See, it is backward, forward, backward, forward like 'dis," Ziggi said. "You try."
We all laughed and Ziggi sang a song - reggae style - he made up on the spot about me - "the camera lady who take a 'de pictures. "
A friend of Ziggi's stopped by the vendor booth. I apologize, but I cannot recall his name. They said they would make sure next year's festival would be better organized and publicised, perhaps even advertised. Time will tell, I suppose.
The guys said the next band would be better and they were. Quite good actually. Still not exactly what I had anticipated, but then after the first band I heard, the second was a delight.
The fire dancers would not be performing until around midnight, but they were running at least a half-hour behind schedule, I was told. Every person I talked to said the fire dancers would be worth the wait. But, quite honestly, I had had enough of the festival. I just had to leave.
"Come soon, mon," Ziggi said.
The evening was not a total loss. I can't say from experience, but I heard the next couple of bands were excellent. I enjoy meeting new people and there certainly were a handful of characters at the festival. Sometimes, it only takes one or two people to make an evening somewhat remarkable. Certainly unforgetable.
I haven't given up on reggae music. It is fun to listen to. And I haven't given up on trying the next festival.
"Backward, forward, that is all."
Friday, September 21, 2007
Weekend buzz blog
It is time for the weekend buzz — another work in progress for me guaranteed to get nothing but better as time goes on.
This weekend I will be broadening my horizons and exploring a venue of music I have to admit, I don't know much about. I will be covering the Reggae Festival held at Jacks on Mille Lacs. The festival runs from today, Friday, Sept. 21 through Sunday, Sept. 23.
I like the music of Bob Marley, so if this festival is anything like his Jamacian sound, I am in for a treat. If not, I have exposed myself to something new. Either way, I will be sure to tell you all about it as soon as I can.
There will be bands with names like Zion Tribe, Jon Wayne and the Pain, the Limns and Hydoponic Party Pants.
Some of them claim their reggae style has roots in rock, funk, hip-hop, soul and even physilla-phycha-funka-della-regga-hipa-hopin-blues. What that means, I have no idea, but it sounds intriguing doesn't it?
I am looking forwad to bumping into a gal I met at Log Jam last August. Her name is Celestial and said some friends of hers will be fire dancing at the reggae gig this weekend. She explained fire dancing to me and it certainly aroused my curiosity. Perhaps I will even give it a try myself. Or maybe not. Either case it is sure to light up the night.
So folks, if you are not into reggae there are some other venues offering live entertainment around the lake this weekend. I looked through this weeks copy of the Messenger and found Work Release is playing at the Blue Goose in Garrison on Friday and Saturday nights. On the other side of the lake at MSA Sound Wave will take the stage both nights this weekend as well. That's all I found for live music. If you hear of anything, let me know.
Check back to see if I tried my hand at fire dancing and get the buzz on the festival and other weekend entertainment.
Be safe and have a great weekend!
This weekend I will be broadening my horizons and exploring a venue of music I have to admit, I don't know much about. I will be covering the Reggae Festival held at Jacks on Mille Lacs. The festival runs from today, Friday, Sept. 21 through Sunday, Sept. 23.
I like the music of Bob Marley, so if this festival is anything like his Jamacian sound, I am in for a treat. If not, I have exposed myself to something new. Either way, I will be sure to tell you all about it as soon as I can.
There will be bands with names like Zion Tribe, Jon Wayne and the Pain, the Limns and Hydoponic Party Pants.
Some of them claim their reggae style has roots in rock, funk, hip-hop, soul and even physilla-phycha-funka-della-regga-hipa-hopin-blues. What that means, I have no idea, but it sounds intriguing doesn't it?
I am looking forwad to bumping into a gal I met at Log Jam last August. Her name is Celestial and said some friends of hers will be fire dancing at the reggae gig this weekend. She explained fire dancing to me and it certainly aroused my curiosity. Perhaps I will even give it a try myself. Or maybe not. Either case it is sure to light up the night.
So folks, if you are not into reggae there are some other venues offering live entertainment around the lake this weekend. I looked through this weeks copy of the Messenger and found Work Release is playing at the Blue Goose in Garrison on Friday and Saturday nights. On the other side of the lake at MSA Sound Wave will take the stage both nights this weekend as well. That's all I found for live music. If you hear of anything, let me know.
Check back to see if I tried my hand at fire dancing and get the buzz on the festival and other weekend entertainment.
Be safe and have a great weekend!
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Lesson in sensitivity
When I first started writing for the paper I usually just wrote features and so called fluff pieces. When I first starting writing "hard news" a woman much more wise than I (Kathy) told me to remember that everyone has a mother. And mothers read the paper when their kid's names appear for whatever reason — good or bad.
I sometimes forget that.
I have been reporting on cuff's and collars, courts, accidents, government, city councils and other hard news for a while now. It sometimes all seems to blend in together. Not in a bad way. News is still very interesting to me. What I mean is I have developed a pretty thick skin. Some things just don't bother me anymore or appear to be down right funny.
When I showed up on the scene of my first fatal accident I trembled. My knees shook. My stomach turned and I all but lost my breakfast. I sat in my car and cried before I drove solemnly away. I had nightmares. At similar situations now I still feel a sense of sadness and sympathy for those involved, but I don't have nightmares — usually — and I can do my job of reporting instead of sitting in my car crying. It is never funny.
But some things are sort of funny. At least at first.
I was reading through the weekly sheriff's report the other day. It had the usual tibits of information. Dog bite, suspicious ativity, possible theft of stereo from a boat, cows on the road and a gunshot wound reported by the hospital.
So I checked out the gunshot wound. The official word was "Accidental discharge of a firearm by a dog." Everyone was ok, I was told. The guys knee was pretty messed up, but he is ok. "Ummm, did you say by a dog?" I asked. Correct.
So right away I get this cartoon-like picture in my head of the guy retrieving the bird and the dog holding the gun, taking aim and firing.
Perhaps, it was watching too many Looney Tunes cartoons as a kid. I mean, how many times did watch Bugs Bunny turn around and get Elmer Fudd? Although, Bugs Bunny rarely fired a weapon. He merely outsmarted the old hunter. Bugs occassionaly made a useful purchase from the Acme company and Elmer would end up shooting himself.
The real story: apparently two guys were grouse hunting. Both very experience hunters. A bird was wounded but not killed. As is customary, one hunter picked up the grouse to finish what the buckshot could not. The dog who retrieved the bird jumped around excitedly. While doing so he stepped on the trigger of the gun. The firearm discharged scattering bb's into the young mans leg.
So is it the cartoons? Or maybe just the job. Have I desensitized myself so much that even gunshot wounds can appear humorous?
Well, it wasn't funny to the family of the young man who was injured. The guy was ok, I heard the official word. But I wasn't listening to Kathy's words of wisdom — the guy has a mother. And getting a phone call from your son sitting in a hospital announcing that he has been shot is not a call any mother wants to hear.
It turns out I know the mother. Quite well. But didn't know I knew her and her family until after I had this cartoon running through my head like it was Saturday morning instead of Monday afternoon.
News needs to be reported. In cases where serious criminal charges are filed names will be printed and the story written as straight-up as possible. That is my job. No charges were filed in this particular story.
The young man is recovering. Slowly. He is in a lot of pain. The mother is recovering, too. Slowly. I think I may have wounded our friendship. I apologized to her for being so insensative. And I apologize to her again, right here, right now.
Time heals all wounds, so they say. Time will heal the young hunter. Whether it can heal a friendship, I guess only time will tell.
A tough lesson in sensativity.
I sometimes forget that.
I have been reporting on cuff's and collars, courts, accidents, government, city councils and other hard news for a while now. It sometimes all seems to blend in together. Not in a bad way. News is still very interesting to me. What I mean is I have developed a pretty thick skin. Some things just don't bother me anymore or appear to be down right funny.
When I showed up on the scene of my first fatal accident I trembled. My knees shook. My stomach turned and I all but lost my breakfast. I sat in my car and cried before I drove solemnly away. I had nightmares. At similar situations now I still feel a sense of sadness and sympathy for those involved, but I don't have nightmares — usually — and I can do my job of reporting instead of sitting in my car crying. It is never funny.
But some things are sort of funny. At least at first.
I was reading through the weekly sheriff's report the other day. It had the usual tibits of information. Dog bite, suspicious ativity, possible theft of stereo from a boat, cows on the road and a gunshot wound reported by the hospital.
So I checked out the gunshot wound. The official word was "Accidental discharge of a firearm by a dog." Everyone was ok, I was told. The guys knee was pretty messed up, but he is ok. "Ummm, did you say by a dog?" I asked. Correct.
So right away I get this cartoon-like picture in my head of the guy retrieving the bird and the dog holding the gun, taking aim and firing.
Perhaps, it was watching too many Looney Tunes cartoons as a kid. I mean, how many times did watch Bugs Bunny turn around and get Elmer Fudd? Although, Bugs Bunny rarely fired a weapon. He merely outsmarted the old hunter. Bugs occassionaly made a useful purchase from the Acme company and Elmer would end up shooting himself.
The real story: apparently two guys were grouse hunting. Both very experience hunters. A bird was wounded but not killed. As is customary, one hunter picked up the grouse to finish what the buckshot could not. The dog who retrieved the bird jumped around excitedly. While doing so he stepped on the trigger of the gun. The firearm discharged scattering bb's into the young mans leg.
So is it the cartoons? Or maybe just the job. Have I desensitized myself so much that even gunshot wounds can appear humorous?
Well, it wasn't funny to the family of the young man who was injured. The guy was ok, I heard the official word. But I wasn't listening to Kathy's words of wisdom — the guy has a mother. And getting a phone call from your son sitting in a hospital announcing that he has been shot is not a call any mother wants to hear.
It turns out I know the mother. Quite well. But didn't know I knew her and her family until after I had this cartoon running through my head like it was Saturday morning instead of Monday afternoon.
News needs to be reported. In cases where serious criminal charges are filed names will be printed and the story written as straight-up as possible. That is my job. No charges were filed in this particular story.
The young man is recovering. Slowly. He is in a lot of pain. The mother is recovering, too. Slowly. I think I may have wounded our friendship. I apologized to her for being so insensative. And I apologize to her again, right here, right now.
Time heals all wounds, so they say. Time will heal the young hunter. Whether it can heal a friendship, I guess only time will tell.
A tough lesson in sensativity.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Learning something new
So, here I am trying to figure out how to slip a photo inside the blog. Bare with me -- this may take a while. Although I can type about 115 WPM, it takes me a while to figure out this computer stuff.
My first job in the business world was the position of secretary. I was hired at CPT Corporation in Eden Prairie to be a secretary for a director. She had a big glass office. I sat outside her glass bubble so I could anticipate her every whim. I felt l was watching a little gold fish in an aquarium. It could have been worse, she could have been a piranha.
I had a very nice cubicle all by myself. There I had a CPT word processor, a typewriter, phone and a telex machine.
I knew how to use the phone.
Computers were just beginning to move into offices. Not many desks hosted personal computers. But CPT manufactured some of the best word processors and desktop publishing for the times, or so I was told. I didn't know the first thing about computers and I couldn't type. So, my boss sent me to school to learn how to type.
I learned to type. I got a raise. Then she sent me to learn shorthand. That didn't work out as well. But I tried and I learned to write really fast and made up my own symbols. The ones in the book didn't make sense to me. I didn't do well on the shorthand tests in school, but I wrote so fast in the board room, nobody ever really knew. I got a raise.
I worked at CPT for quite a while. Everytime I learned something new, I got a raise. And continued to type making my way up the administrative assistant ladder. I survived about three lay offs as the company began downsizing before its final demise. I finally took my lay off and moved on to a new career. Actually, I took the summer off, waitressed at a few local pubs and had a blast (thanks to a severance package) before I started a new career. That is another story.
But learning a new skill takes time. I like learning something new, just for the sake of learning. When I can look at something and say to myself, "Hey, Self. You did that -- yourself!" That is pretty cool. Learning to post photos to my blog mightl take time as well. When I learn that skill, I might try video and audio clips ... and then ... well, you just never know what you will find ....
Ummm, of course, I would never turn down a raise.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
My first blog
So here I am writing a blog. It is an absolutely beautiful day out there and I am writing a blog. Call me crazy! Or just afraid of being fired!
Seems everyone is writing blogs these days. Katie Couric writes a page in her notebook and reads it on the radio every weekday morning. Brett Larson has a blog. And of course there is Hannabelle.
So here I go.
Blogs began as sort of on-line diaries where daily (or less often) entries were posted for all the world to see. Some blogs have specific topics such as food, entertainment, journal entries, politcs, news and more.
Sometimes blogs contain personal attacks. Now I am all for freedom of speech and freedom of the press. Why wouldn't I be? I am a writer - a real journalist working for a real newspaper. But I do not believe personal attacks belong on my blog, or really, any blog for that matter.
Some folks feel there is a need for a Blogger's Code of Conduct to enforce civility by being civil themselves and moderating comments on their blog. Some guy named Tim O'Reilly apparently said, "I do think we need some code of conduct around what is acceptable behaviour, I would hope that it doesn't come through any kind of regulation. It should come through self-regulation."
So the guy and some other people came up with a list of ideas. I kind of like them and will share them with you.
1. Take responsibility not just for your own words, but for the comments you allow on your blog.
2. Label your tolerance level for abusive comments.
3. Consider eliminating anonymous comments.
4. Ignore the trolls.
5. Take the conversation offline, and talk directly, or find an intermediary who can do so.
6. If you know someone who is behaving badly, tell them so.
7. Don't say anything online that you wouldn't say in person.
I guess number 7 is my favorite. In all it boils down to the Golden Rule: Treat other people the way you want to be treated.
Messin' with the news is going to be fun to write and hopefully, fun for you to read. Like it says in my intro over there, you just never know what you will find. It is not AP Style or really any other style for that matter. It is unedited and uncensored -- at least for now, until Kevin stops me from something. But I promise, I will never use it for personal attacks.
So please come back often. It will be great to see you!
Peace,
Vivian Clark
The Messy News Girl
Seems everyone is writing blogs these days. Katie Couric writes a page in her notebook and reads it on the radio every weekday morning. Brett Larson has a blog. And of course there is Hannabelle.
So here I go.
Blogs began as sort of on-line diaries where daily (or less often) entries were posted for all the world to see. Some blogs have specific topics such as food, entertainment, journal entries, politcs, news and more.
Sometimes blogs contain personal attacks. Now I am all for freedom of speech and freedom of the press. Why wouldn't I be? I am a writer - a real journalist working for a real newspaper. But I do not believe personal attacks belong on my blog, or really, any blog for that matter.
Some folks feel there is a need for a Blogger's Code of Conduct to enforce civility by being civil themselves and moderating comments on their blog. Some guy named Tim O'Reilly apparently said, "I do think we need some code of conduct around what is acceptable behaviour, I would hope that it doesn't come through any kind of regulation. It should come through self-regulation."
So the guy and some other people came up with a list of ideas. I kind of like them and will share them with you.
1. Take responsibility not just for your own words, but for the comments you allow on your blog.
2. Label your tolerance level for abusive comments.
3. Consider eliminating anonymous comments.
4. Ignore the trolls.
5. Take the conversation offline, and talk directly, or find an intermediary who can do so.
6. If you know someone who is behaving badly, tell them so.
7. Don't say anything online that you wouldn't say in person.
I guess number 7 is my favorite. In all it boils down to the Golden Rule: Treat other people the way you want to be treated.
Messin' with the news is going to be fun to write and hopefully, fun for you to read. Like it says in my intro over there, you just never know what you will find. It is not AP Style or really any other style for that matter. It is unedited and uncensored -- at least for now, until Kevin stops me from something. But I promise, I will never use it for personal attacks.
So please come back often. It will be great to see you!
Peace,
Vivian Clark
The Messy News Girl
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