this morning #1465.
this morning, if you’d told me that we’d be hanging out with a random, middle-aged stranger, about to pry our way into a shed behind a just burnt-down suburban home, i wouldn’t have been that surprised. the life of a journalist is often unpredictable, after all. still, i would’ve had a ton of questions for you. we journalists tend to deal in questions, after all. when my editor asked me to meet up with our photographer & head over to the scene of last night’s fire, i mostly assumed we’d be in & out. take a few photos. talk to the neighbors. get a couple quotes & return to the office to write it up. this neighbor was quite the charmer though. after talking with him for an hour, i would’ve followed him almost anywhere.