From the bulldog veteran reporter…
came one of the best compliments I’ve ever gotten:
"Your work on the corrections dept. is the blood and guts of what newspapers are supposed to do"
Ol’ GH, reading the competition on a Saturday afternoon. #LNK #newspapers #journalism (at Nebraska State Capitol Building)
B-holes, b-holes everywhere
A source called this morning to let me know there was more going on in an investigation that we’ve been reporting on. He and his wife were instrumental in helping us track down information.
So when he mentioned her involvement, my ear was pressed against the phone and my head was nodding as I loudly said, “Your wife was great” within earshot of the entire newsroom.
Heads shot up from desks and away from computer screens. Laughter everywhere.
So I got up — cell phone in hand, conversation going, with a face warm and red — flipped the bird and spun around to get all those b-holes.
When you’re a reporter, people expect you to know EV-ER-EE-THING
Someone: You didn’t know that I took three dumps yesterday?! Come on, you’re a reporter!
Sorry I don’t know about the 2.4 earthquake in China that happened six minutes ago. Sorry I don’t know about the murder that rocked in your small town of 350 more than a decade ago. Sorry I don’t know there some sort of storm thingy in the northeast right now.
Jesus, people! Get off my fucking back!!!
A source returned my call one day last week, apologized for not getting back to me before my deadline and told me I had a wonderful voice. Radio was for me, she said, adding that if I looked as good as I sounded, I had a bright, bright future in television.
That really made my Friday.
And it could have gone better
You haven’t lived life until you mess around with a 20-year-old college student and then four months later you end up being the subject of a newspaper column titled “gonebetter”
Best line ever: “He leaned in, and I gave in.”
But now my nickname is surely going to be “hot mess” because of this line: “A smart smile and just the right amount of stubble. He was visibly mature and, yet, a hot mess. I was intrigued.”
White trash newspaper
Check out that lede, baby!! I am the cleverest and funniest of all the humans!!!
I tried to interview the family members of a man who was sentenced today for abusing a child back in the early 1990s.
I left the courtroom after the judge adjourned and camped out by the doors so I’d catch people as they came out.
A woman came out looking a little distraught and I asked her if she was with the family. She said no. I asked her what her association with the case was. That’s when a man got in my face, looked at me very intensely and asked me who I was.
"I’m Jon, and I’m with the [newspaper title]. I’d like to talk to you about the sentence."
"Oh no! OH NO!" he said and started to walk away.
Then when he’d made it 10 to 15 feet, he shouted down the courtroom hallway, “We have a white trash newspaper!”
What does that even mean?
Then they complained to the sheriff’s deputies about me. He pretty much shrugged at them.
I’m now known as the pervert reporter
This dog helped police take a bite out of crime.
Charlie, a Beagle-Spaniel mix, was in his owner’s SUV when it was stolen around 3:30 p.m. Tuesday from a parking lot at 16th and N streets, said Lincoln Police Officer Katie Flood.
The owner, a 58-year-old Ohio woman, reported the 2002 Chevy Trailblazer stolen and told police she left it unlocked with Charlie inside, Flood said.
A little while later, a woman called the victim to tell her she had Charlie and told officers that Candace Nichole Foster, 20, gave her the dog and asked her to see him home.
Officers went to talk to Foster and found her near her apartment, sitting inside the stolen Trailblazer with Traylon Lockett, 34, Flood said.
Officers jailed Foster and Lockett on suspicion of receiving stolen property.
Investigators wouldn’t have solved the crime so quickly if it hadn’t been for Charlie, Flood said.
“It was a quick apprehension because of Charlie,” Flood said. “People really have compassion toward all things vulnerable.”
Suck it McGruff. Charlie got you beat! <—second choice for my lede
So I found out there was a verdict in rape trial I covered today after 3 1/2 hours of jury deliberation, and of course only then do I realize that I need to pee. So I walk down the hall in my very determined, super serious walk cause I’m a big deal and very professional.
Here’s how it went:
Open the bathroom door. See metal box hanging on the wall. I’ve never seen that before. They sell condoms in the restroom at the courthouse? That seems inappropriate, but cool I guess.
Then I read the box: Tampons. Why are they selling tampons in the men’s restroom? Oh shit! This is the women’s restroom!
Leave now! Immediately! Go!
Go to open the door, and then I’m staring face-to-face with the assistant lawyer who’s helping to prosecute the rape trial I’m covering. My face is totally beat red, and I try to make a joke about this being “super awkward!”
But it’s not my fault! The bathrooms on the floor below are flip-flopped, so the men’s restroom IS on the north side of the building and the women’s on the south.
"Lifting the lid of a Dutch oven for the first time is like opening a present and getting a surprise."