“We’ll be by around four.”
“Great. See you then.”
Looking forward to going to a Super Bowl party, and I didn’t even have to worry about driving. The phone rang again, and 35 minutes later, I was driving. To work.
Such is the life of a journalist, whether it be TV, radio, print or digital. It doesn’t happen often, but you’re on call around the clock. That’s one of many reasons I’ve always loved what I do.
No, I don’t enjoy reporting on death and destruction. (And our condolences do go out to those who survive the five men who lost their lives in Middletown.) And no, I don’t enjoy sending hockey and golf fans off the deep end when we have to break into programming.
I still love and accept the unpredictability of the job. The randomness. The “you never know” of it all. The simple fact that every day is different. Sometimes a little, sometimes a lot. Sometimes the news is even good.
As the Doobies sang, it keeps you running.