We had some fun yesterday in search of a story.
Rob and Francis were on the roof to get some shots and have a little fun.
Here’s some photos to show just what you have to do sometimes to get it right.
If there’s one thing you have to get used to as a reporter it’s this: People generally don’t like it when you do your job.
I’m not trying to get into a deep psychological “we’re watchdogs of government” speeches – it’s just a fact that people don’t think very highly of reporters and you’re going to get snapped at or hear comments about “the media.”
Heck, sometimes they’re from my mother and boyfriend.
This sentiment was on full display this week when John McCain snapped at a reporter who pressed him about why he wasn’t at a briefing on the Benghazi situation, something he’s been very vocal about.
I can understand his aggravation.
But really, the CNN reporter was just doing his job. If he hadn’t asked, he would’ve been in trouble – just like anybody else who fails to do their work properly.
You see reporters are just like everybody else; we’re all just trying to do our jobs the best we can.
When some people think back on an event, they remember the images, sounds or voices of a scene. For me, it’s the smells - I most often remember my stories based on smells.
Hear me out.
Yesterday, I was on the scene of a house fire as friends and family began to clean up. The rain was still falling from the remnants of Sandy – whose winds apparently helped spread the flames of the fire.
Here’s what the scene looked like when myself and Daily Item photographer Rob Inglis arrived:
What struck me first was the smell. It was a charred wood smell, mixed with a pungent barn smell from the family’s barn across the street.
It’s these smells that stick with you – you get them in your nose and you can smell them for days afterward.
For example, about a month ago, I was on the scene of an accident which happened to be near where a deer carcass was laying. I walked around with the roadkill deer smell in my nostrils for about a week afterward. I couldn’t get it out of my head.
Even now, when I smell that roadkill-ish, garbage smell, I think right back to that accident scene.
What takes you back to certain memories? Are you a smeller too?