Back from vacation
Some of you may have noticed. Some may have not. Many more couldn’t force themselves to care. But I took a break from blogging recently due to the fact I was on a mini-vacation of sorts.
Per se. Kind of. Pseudo. Any other word and/or set of words I can use to help describe an abbreviated period away from work?
Anyway, the parents flew in from Indiana, and several days of burning by the beach followed. Yes, that’s right, burning. Baking. Crisping.
I peeled off my entire forehead today and plan to work on my scalp tomorrow, and then nose and cheeks on Friday.
Perhaps one of my coworkers put it best when she gave me a weird look and said, “You don’t look like a white man.”
No, not white. And not black either. Some strange blend of red and brown — almost purplish.
Kind of like Violet Beauregarde after chewing Willy Wonka’s three-course dinner gum. Only I did not blow up like a balloon.
In case you’re wondering, the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory reference is not entirely random. My first evening of vacation was spent watching the movie, and as always, it rubbed me in a strange way. Not necessarily the wrong way, but definitely not the right way.
It’s so bizarre. I mean, the Oompa-Loompas still make me a little uncomfortable today. Not scared, just weird.
Little orange men with green hair, monotonously singing and dancing. That concept is supposed to charm children? Can’t you somehow spare the expense of freaking the rest of us out?
Anyway, putting Charlie and the Chocolate Factory aside for the moment, some of you reading this blog must be interested in the purpose behind it. To be honest with you, I’m not really sure.
My best guess is that it can be a tool to interact with the readers of the Sun Journal. I’m still relatively new to the area and need story ideas. If you call me and give me a good idea, chances are I’m going to run with it.
For example, yesterday, I got a phone call from Havelock resident Charles Nay, letting me know that his brother, Cliff, recently bowled a 299 in one of the nation’s largest bowling tournaments. Right then and there, I got the information, called Cliff, did a little research and wrote the story.
If Charles wouldn’t have had the idea to pick up the phone and call, the story would’ve never been written. It’s that simple.
I want to share good stories with the public, and it’s my hunch that each every person reading this has a story to share.
So, what’s with the hesitation? Why not at least give me an opportunity to share some of the best stories in Eastern North Carolina?
That’s it. Now that I’m back, I’m going to try to get this thing going strong.
