Every once in a while, something unexpected wanders into frame and drains the moat around my soul. It usually happens at soldier homecomings, Special Olympics or certain City Council meetings. Okay, so I’m lying about that last one, but the fact is we …
Read More →Raise your hand if you winced at this. Or at dancing reporters. Or at newsrooms who live solely on a diet of blood, house fires and bent sheet metal on the side of the road. Or stations who celebrate being number one in covering dead children….and long for the “good […]
Read More →Up next on our runway, young Dustin Etheridge in a whip-smart ensemble that just screams professional regret! With his cherry red slicker and musty black trousers, this is one broadcaster who knows how to make a splash! Whether he’s grilling a tipsy Se…
Read More →Up next on our runway, young Dustin Etheridge in a whip-smart ensemble that just screams professional regret! With his cherry red slicker and musty black trousers, this is one broadcaster who knows how to make a splash! Whether he’s grilling a tipsy Se…
Read More →WWJ (now WDIV) reporter Dwayne Riley and photographer Bill Walsh out on a Detroit traffic sign back in the early 60s. I’ve got nothing to add to this photo tonight, perhaps Lenslinger will pick it up and desecrate history a bit.
Read More →Here’s something I picked up on the side of the road: perspective. For years I didn’t notice it, lying there among the bits of windshield and broken chrome. Too lost in youthful stupor, I never appreciated how the shadow I cast on that glittering aspha…
Read More →Here’s something I picked up on the side of the road: perspective. For years I didn’t notice it, lying there among the bits of windshield and broken chrome. Too lost in youthful stupor, I never appreciated how the shadow I cast on that glittering aspha…
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