“Nate, we need you to be a reporter this week.”
Now, understand I have been a reporter for years, but for the past several months, I have not done much writing at all.
About eight months ago, I moved from writing full time to designing full time. I make sure the front page and every other page is neat, readable and interesting for the reader.
Going into work on Monday, I knew Andrea McCann would be out this week but we had someone at news. Well, that guy decided to jump ship. He booked it faster than Tim Tebow was shipped out of Denver.
That left no one at news. All our sports writers would be busy with Loogootee’s trip to the state finals today.
So, instead of layout, my boss decided to put me back at news for this week. Now, one would think this would be easy, considering I’ve had cabin fever the last couple months and begging to be let out of my windowless newsroom that I never leave because I don’t smoke anymore, but I actually was nervous.
I haven’t written in a while and I had little idea what stories I wanted to do. It took a half an hour to write the first paragraph of a relatively easy story about a trial date for a case I wrote about two years ago, but I was rusty.
So rusty, my wrists actually hurt Monday night after writing the police report and a school board meeting. By Wednesday, I actually had some of my speed back and writing stories that created some interest. I even got out and took pictures.
When I came in Wednesday afternoon, I sat down with my lunch trying to figure out what I would do that day. This is always a bad idea because the universe tends to throw stories at you, like the fire on N.E. Seventh Street.
Although it is never fun going to fires and accidents where there are injuries or fatalities, it was good to see the cops and firefighters I have become to know over the years. I got some jokes about being missing and I got to make some jokes about the TV yokels that came to the scene.
It’s like a vacation that I get paid for, and like riding a bike, my skills came back to me.
I don’t know if I will be in the field or at my desk come Monday, but it was interesting.
Nate Smith, usually the design editor at the Times Herald, has a great idea for the front page if Loogootee wins today. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org or on Twitter at natebsmith.
“Nate, we need you to be a reporter this week.”
SeaPerch sets bar high for WHS
It may seem uninteresting, even trivial to some, of the accomplishments of the Washington High School SeaPerch teams as they won in national competition over the weekend.
Stop acting like sports are life and death
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A confession directly from Genoa City, Wis.
I am a confessed hopeless addict. And, after a conversation this week, even my co-workers know the ugly truth. I rarely go an entire week without catching up on my soap opera - The Young and the Restless.
Quite simply less is more
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Daviess County talent runs deep
Oakland City University head men’s basketball coach Dr. Mike Sandifar has a long and successful career.
He has a combined high school and college mark of 631-383 and is 427-234 at Oakland City in a career that covers 1987-1999 and 2003-2013.
The thrill of the grass
In the spring, they say a young man’s fancy turns to — baseball.
Jackie still a hero after all these years
Too often in our society we put elite athletes on a pedestal so high that they are referred to as heroes and we talk about the so-called adversity they face. This, of course, is laughable on every level.
A lifelong love of golf
It was an unusually cold, snowy day in April as I looked out the window at the clubhouse nearly 20 years ago.
Winter was hanging on, and golf on that particular Monday was not going to happen.
All she needs is GPS, notebook
Lately some residents may have seen an out-of-county car driving aimlessly around town in search of some destination that even the youngest kiddo could find in a matter of seconds. That car would be mine, and the driver, who on occasion has nearly turned the wrong way down one way streets would be me, Lindsay Owens. Fear not though. I have GPS and a collection of maps Columbus would have envied.
At home - at Last
Today, on the Korean peninsula, missiles are pointed, troops are being amassed and political temperatures are reaching the boiling point.
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