From the Archives

I've been busy, really really busy. Luckily, I just found an old post from right after New Year's that I never put up. Here 'tis:

So I got back from vacation yesterday and felt like the world was demanding way too much of me. I needed a day of drinking hot cider,* playing Nerf basketball and telling tall tales about New England. That didn't happen.
I gotta say, a story about a man who shot himself and his infant child on New Year's Eve was not the way I wanted re-enter the working world. It wasn't my story for long, though. Luckily, Dick Jaeger of the big city paper smelled a good scoop and took over.
For those who don't know, Mr. Jay-gurr is a kindly-seeming older gent with glasses on a cord and a droopy mustache. Truth is, he uses his grandfatherly, Wilford Brimley persona like a pirahna in dolphin's clothes.
He took the murder/suicide tale by storm and prevented me from having to visit the house of the dead child's mother. Thank goodness. There would be no way to tell her I wasn't preying on her tragedy. What else could you call it?
Dick's story.

*I'm going to bring a coffeemaker to my work station tomorrow, in blatant defiance of workstation protocol. It's a Dilbert-style display of pathetic rebellion.