There are days when it doesn't even seem like getting out of the bed was worth the hassle. Then there are times that make you appreciate those days. Like when the day stretches into a week.
Take this local fellow for instance. I think it all started last Friday evening when he walked out of the store and got into his car. The battery was dead. The first guy he called didn't have a set of jumper cables. He finally did reach a friend that had jumper cables and got a jump so he made it home that evening.
Monday morning rolls around and he's up bright and early at the office. He went out and got in the car only to discover it was once again deader that the proverbial doornail. Since it is only 5:30 in the morning he decides not to call anyone and get them out of bed, he walked home to the west side of town. Guess he figured that was just a little extra workout time and no big deal.
He did manage to get the car going again but it took a while. The rest of his day did not get a whole lot better. Somehow he managed to drop his phone in the bathtub and it went kaput. He is now trying to find out if that tale of leaving a cell phone in a bag of rice is an urban legend or if it really works.
He did manage to make it to work without anything else happening to him. Until lunch time. Eating a leisurely lunch at home he manages to drop his meal in his lap, ruining his clothes at least to the point where he had to change them before going back to work.
Tuesday dawns bright and early. New day, new week, new beginning. Not so fast. When he got to work waiting for him was a broken hot water heater. And to make things worse the water heater is located in the attic. The good news, if there can be one in such a circumstance, is that the water heater had apparently not gone out much before he got there.
Reminds me of the Johnny McMullan song, "Double Monday."
Wednesday evening the black cloud continued, sorta. He was out to eat at one of our local establishments that provides fortune cookies as an after dinner treat. Everyone opened their cookie and had a chuckle at the "words of wisdom" inside. Our local hero, knowing what he had already been through, was just a little anxious at cracking his cookie open.
There was no fortune inside. Somehow that seemed appropriate, though.
As I write this Daryl Wilcoxson is planning on going to the St. Louis Cardinals game Friday evening with several of his friends. It just happens to be Friday the 13th.
They have tactfully suggested they could just meet him up there, implying Daryl could drive up by himself. Don't know how that's going to work out, but I'll let you know.
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That's a moniker given to news people who land a big story, usually before anyone else in the media gets wind of it. Most journos like to get a nice scoop once in a while.
Nicholas Jain, son of Dr. Dave and Glenda, is an MU student studying to be a lawyer. This summer he took an internship with the university newspaper, the Columbia Missourian. It's a weekly publication and arguably, one of the best collegiate newspapers in the country.
On the first day after an orientation session Nicholas and the other interns were told to just take and seat and wait to be assigned something that might come up. According to the story I heard, after an hour of so someone, likely an editor, came in and asked for volunteers to cover a story about a fire on campus. When no one else -- I really hope the other interns were not journalism students -- raised their hand, Nicholas volunteered.
Arriving at the location he discovered the fire resulted from an explosion in a biochemistry lab. Extensive damage was done, four people were hurt and 13 windows were blown out of the third floor lab located in Schweitzer Hall. Nicholas got a little information and called back to the newsroom to let them know this was a pretty big deal. Others were assigned, but Nicholas has stayed with the story through the followup investigation.
A little later he was assigned to cover a barbecue contest held in conjunction with the Boone County Fair. That's not a bad gig either, because he was probably going to get a little barbecue out of the deal.
While Nicholas is there several people get into a fight and shots are fired. One person is hit, though according to his story, the injuries were not life-threatening. The fair manager is quoted as saying that this is the first such incident in all the time the fair has been in existence. Nicholas was on hand to cover the breaking story.
The latest byline story he has (checkout columbiamissourian.com and search under his name for a complete list of stories and photos) is about a Columbia business joining a lawsuit against the state that attempts to regulate adult stores and strip clubs. I'm not sure what investigative work he may have had to do for this story.
When asked by one of his editors about career plans Nicholas indicated he was going to stay with law. Actually, there are some similar characteristics between the two. Both can be argumentative at times and inquisitive, for example.
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"The Samuel T. Adams Post of the American Legion has undergone a thorough re-organization and its members, including the wifes (sic) of several of the ex-servicemen, were out to a banquet, served by the Eliza Wyman Circle in the basement of the Methodist Church when the following post officers were elected:
"Paul King, Post Commander
"Ernest F. Wells, Adjutant
"Clay Simer, 1st Vice Commander
"Elmer Hicklin, 2nd Vice Commander
"Rust Smith, Finance Officer
"Rec. J.C. Montgomery, Chaplin
"Elmo Blakemore, Sergeant at Arms
"Gus Lasswell, Post Historian.
"The meeting was presided over by Maj. A.C. Thrower, who acted as toastmaster..."
Thanks to the DDD's unofficial, but much appreciated historian, Vivian Helton who passed along this tidbit from the Tuesday, May 17, 1927 edition of the twice-a-week newspaper.
Bud Hunt is publisher of the
Daily Dunklin Democrat, Daily Statesman, Delta News-Citizen, Missourian-News and
North Stoddard Countian.