Editors Note:


EDITOR'S NOTE: Fresh off a three year managerial stint, your friendly neighborhood lenslinger is back on the street and under heavy deadline. As the numbing effects of his self-imposed containment wear off, vexing reflections and pithy epistles are sure to follow...

Friday, December 30, 2005

Sat Truck Spam Shot



We TV types are insatiable communicators. Whether covering a fevered manhunt or enjoying the finest in potted meat, we simply want to tell you about it. Thus, the above shot from the camera phone of one Joe McCloskey, in which intrepid reporter Chad Tucker goes where too many newsmen have gone before. Seems the part of Stokes County he and Brad Ingram found themselves temporarily stranded in last night was a bit lacking in the culinary department. So they did what any good journalist would do, they raided the dusty aisles of the nearest general store and got about the business of deadline making. Back in the sat truck, Operator McCloskey took exception to Chad's choice of entree, deciding to document the nightside reporter devouring what Joe insisted 'smelled like Alpo'. I'd ask Chad himself how he enjoyed his tin-can dinner, but last time I saw him, he was still chewing...

4 comments:

Weaver said...

We stopped by that General Store today, and they were lamenting the fact that all their newfound business yesterday had died down. They were hoping for it to drag out for a few days!

Anonymous said...

You know, it filled the moment, but created a fire in the depths of my stomach, - one that ached for hours.

Billy Jones said...

You know, they sell SPAM in truck stops too. ;-)

Anonymous said...

Spam, huh? Good to know they pay you well.