Sarah is a reporter at an Ontario paper, and has been there for at least five years. I first met her when she was looking to escape the wilds of Timmins, and was really anxious to hire her because I once drove to Timmins for a job interview.
I checked into the hotel, grabbed a beer, read the paper, checked out of the hotel and drove home. Total drive time, 19 hours.
I saw her last week, and she told me about a great little story she was working on for the next day’s paper.
On some highways, there are chevrons painted on the asphalt so that OPP planes can clock how fast drivers are going. Someone, late at night, pulled their car over on the side of the 115 and blacked out every single chevron with spray paint. There’s no other reason in the world to do it except to thwart the police.
I got really excited about the story, and tried to make the hard sell for the front page. But, seeing how I have nothing to do with the paper my opinion mattered very little and it ended up on an inside page somewhere. She was robbed.
My favourite thing about Sarah is that she called me one night to breathlessly tell me about a video on the Internet that showed the Peterborough Examiner’s (now former) sports editor at a hooker camp in South America. I spent Christmas morning in shock, watching it over and over with my inlaws because it was so completely unbelievable.
It was a weird, weird day.