By each of our office doors, there is a little plastic name plate. And beneath the name plate there is a little piece of bulletin board cork. They are maybe five inches wide and four inches tall. On mine I have a business card. Most people leave little notes about their office hours. Right now, a journalism colleague has this on his:
Perhaps this explains why we get along.
Spent this morning, which was stupid cold, in the television studio watching a student production come to life.
It was stupid cold outside:
It is 7°, feels like -2°.
Dear sweet, merciful, Lord in heaven, great gift on high, why?
— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith) January 25, 2019
If I keep saying that, maybe it will warm me up.
Here are the YouTube versions of the shows the sports crew produced in-studio last night. First up, the weekly clip show:
Then there’s the talk show:
And this is the new project, a brief social media only digest they’re calling The Chase:
This evening I stopped by the local tailoring concern to pick up two pairs of suit pants. The recent snow was occupying several parking spots, and the Friday evening crowds took up the rest. I had to walk a fair amount of way in that cold cold. But then I saw this person’s parking effort.
The license plate implies the driver might be a veteran of the U.S. Air Force. So thanks for your service and all. And kudos on parking over the snow pile. But you double parked.
