Meet the Valentines

With February Sweeps keeping my fellow photogs busy, I've been working with a lot of reporters lately. That's cool, but like The Big Ragoo, I got a 'Lone Wolf' jacket too and there's nothing I love more than wearing it out sans companion. Such was the case today. Ed and Shirley here didn't seem to mind the lack of famous face at the door. Instead they welcomed my scruffy mug into their home and didn't even wince when I began rearranging their furniture. Ninety minutes later, I gathered up my toys and wished them adieu, knowing I had gold onboard my XDCam. Back at the shop, their story wrote itself as I hunkered low in my cubicle and tried to ignore the inherent clamor of a late-day newsroom. Soon after I took shelter in a darkened edit bay, slicing my timeline and chewing my lip. When I emerged, reconstitued electrons hurtled to the server, a buck twenty of of throwaway television that ranks somewhere between masterpiece and meatball surgery. I then hit the road without watching it air, knowing that whether my finished piece was stellar or suckworthy, I'd done it My Way. Beats babysitting hair-do's at the edge of crisis any day...