One journalist's musings about the beautiful, bizarre world in which we live
I have about six stories to write, but I can’t get them on the screen.
You see, I’m almost finished my time at Great West News.
T minus 20 hours and counting.
This is it, boys and girls.
I’ll miss Lac La Biche fish fries and shawarma. I’ll miss Athabasca’s Riverhouse Café and Meg’s turkey sandwiches on freshly baked bread. I’ll miss Westlock’s… yeah.
I won’t have a consistent audience or readers who actually care — at least for the next little while.
I will miss small town life and the friends I have collected, young and old.
No more cattle or county councils.
No more tedious playground stories.
I won’t miss the angry, small-minded people I occasionally run across.
I won’t miss trying to pull information out of politicians like a stripped screw out of a wall.
I really don’t think I’ll miss the snowy roads or the -40 winters.
That said, if anyone’s looking for a reporting job, I think there’s a spot still open here.