Last day on the job.
Usually a sentemental and awkward day at work, but the gang at WBFO made it very nice.
My assignment was to cover the city's request for proposal conference. It was in the Albright-Knox Art Gallery, which made me kind of sad because I never managed to get inside for myself. I believe it is bad form to peruse an art gallery for free, especially when I don't give them any other patronage. Of course it is also bad form to stray from the path of doing one's job even if you are doing it for free. Because of this, I didn't get to see much...I did see a Malavich Keitha would recognize...it looked like a smudged doodle on note paper.
I thought I could have done that...but as Keitha once reminded me in the same situation: I didn't and they did.
It was my last interview with Police Commissioner H. McCarthy Gipson. I like that guy a lot. He is the perfect caricature of a police chief and says the strangest things. I must admit my choices for clips on the news were influenced by wanting to find the most interesting things he says. "There are critics who says I investigated the mayor's car burglary personally and that shows special treatment. 'Will he come to investigate my stolen car?' Well I just might!"
This time he made a case for surveillance cameras throughout the city. "If a car leaves the scene of the crime we can see who took it..." Kinda like when the mayor's son stole the family car and bashed it into a few other parked cars in the middle of the night and then lied about it for six weeks. Right, they would have been handy then. Bad choice for a hypothetical, though.
Joyce was kind enough to leave me a wonderful basket of all sorts of Buffalo Themed goodies for out road trip including a bottle of Riesling from the Niagara Escarpment.
I was working on my story in the studios when my boss, Mark Scott, asked me to come to the conference room. The whole gang was there to share in some cake ("Good Luck, Kenny!") and give me parting gifts. A WBFO t-shirt, Edward R. Murrow book, and a "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me" calendar. I was very flattered by the whole thing, and made me hope to return in the fall.
Joyce helped me out to the car. My hands were full of gift bags, espresso maker I brought in early on, and the remains of the cake. Just a few feet from the car, the Riesling dropped from the basket and shattered on the pavement. The moment of losing something by giving it up to gravity is hard enough. Worse, in my opinion, if it is alcohol. Worst if it is alcohol and you drop it in front of the person who gave it to you.
Joyce, I owe you a bottle of Willamette Valley Pino.
Usually a sentemental and awkward day at work, but the gang at WBFO made it very nice.
My assignment was to cover the city's request for proposal conference. It was in the Albright-Knox Art Gallery, which made me kind of sad because I never managed to get inside for myself. I believe it is bad form to peruse an art gallery for free, especially when I don't give them any other patronage. Of course it is also bad form to stray from the path of doing one's job even if you are doing it for free. Because of this, I didn't get to see much...I did see a Malavich Keitha would recognize...it looked like a smudged doodle on note paper.
I thought I could have done that...but as Keitha once reminded me in the same situation: I didn't and they did.
It was my last interview with Police Commissioner H. McCarthy Gipson. I like that guy a lot. He is the perfect caricature of a police chief and says the strangest things. I must admit my choices for clips on the news were influenced by wanting to find the most interesting things he says. "There are critics who says I investigated the mayor's car burglary personally and that shows special treatment. 'Will he come to investigate my stolen car?' Well I just might!"
This time he made a case for surveillance cameras throughout the city. "If a car leaves the scene of the crime we can see who took it..." Kinda like when the mayor's son stole the family car and bashed it into a few other parked cars in the middle of the night and then lied about it for six weeks. Right, they would have been handy then. Bad choice for a hypothetical, though.
Joyce was kind enough to leave me a wonderful basket of all sorts of Buffalo Themed goodies for out road trip including a bottle of Riesling from the Niagara Escarpment.
I was working on my story in the studios when my boss, Mark Scott, asked me to come to the conference room. The whole gang was there to share in some cake ("Good Luck, Kenny!") and give me parting gifts. A WBFO t-shirt, Edward R. Murrow book, and a "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me" calendar. I was very flattered by the whole thing, and made me hope to return in the fall.
Joyce helped me out to the car. My hands were full of gift bags, espresso maker I brought in early on, and the remains of the cake. Just a few feet from the car, the Riesling dropped from the basket and shattered on the pavement. The moment of losing something by giving it up to gravity is hard enough. Worse, in my opinion, if it is alcohol. Worst if it is alcohol and you drop it in front of the person who gave it to you.Joyce, I owe you a bottle of Willamette Valley Pino.
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