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...

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Blades of Glory

Helicopter Rescue Training 1Should ever I find myself stranded on a far flung stone, riding a rooftop or simply sucking seawater, I hope like hell it's in North Carolina. That's because my home state has a crack squad of action figures ready to pluck me from the edge of peril. Yesterday I was among a half dozen journalists permitted to tag along as pilots and paramedics took turns giving each other a lift somewhere above Badin Lake. It was not a bad way to kill a couple of hours. Then again I'm always up for an early drive, a dizzying visual and time with fellow photogs I don't yet know. I only wish I'd gotten the name of the two Charlotte shooters I chatted up in the back of that Colonel's pick-up truck. You'd think after hunkering down under swooping choppers, we'd exchange business cards or something, buy everyone had their hands full of heavy glass they didn't own...

It's a bird, it's a plane... 2Besides, one interloper I recognized. Jennifer Moxley, she of News 14 Charlotte, greeted me with, "Hey, you're that guy with the blog..." She then reminded me of a conversation we'd had outside a federal courthouse four years ago as we both waited for some fallen lawman to emerge in handcuffs. I grinned at the remembrance, but then promptly had to duck and cover - lest the National Guard Blackhawk hovering above me kick up enough forest shrapnel to cleave my fool head off. That's about the time the photo was taken, proving that, while I have walked away from two close scrapes, the encounters have scratched my psyche. Thus my curious posture, a sign I'm more than ready to run should the roaring war-bird directly overhead decide to take a drop a deuce. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a chiropractor to harass...

My neck is killing me.

1 comment:

Heather said...

was one of them from my station??
Colonel