As much as I‘d like to regale you with stories of behind the scenes silliness, it just wasn‘t that kind of day. For only an hour after hearing of a fatal four car pile-up on the morning news, I was wiping angry raindrops off my lens as cops and firefighters sifted through the wreckage in question. What followed was a long miserable day of unforgiving deadlines, pouring rain and broken live trucks. I could fill page after page with details from this torturous ten hour day, but it just doesn’t feel right.
Why? Two people died in the crash, one a promising 17 year old on his back from feeding the homeless at a nearby shelter, the other a quiet, giving woman loved by all. I did not know Daniel Cupit or Betty Hardin, but after reluctantly re-tracing their steps, I feel like I should have. It’s the part of my job I hate the most. Life is precious, much too valuable and meaningful to be distilled into ninety seconds of close-ups and soundbites. But that’s exactly what I did today, and while I know better than to try read logic into their untimely deaths, it’s human nature to try. So while I try to put these details out of my mind, understand if I don’t mine the story for humorous incidentals.
Check back later for happier fare. Until then, hug your loved ones.