Sometimes I get angry phone calls after we publish a story on a violent death, which is most of what I do. More typical, the sound of silence.
Today, I got a nice note from a co-worker on a story about Orlando Smith, Oklahoma City’s latest homicide. Nice, and totally depressing, on account of the content:
“Nice job on the story about the dead former co-defendants”
But hey, I’ll take it. Fueled by that, plus a 10-minute massage from massage school students stationed at the office today, plus the pumpkin spice latte (are you sensing a pattern of poor impulse control here?), I will soldier on in the task at hand: finishing a homicide spreadsheet.
Go.
