when something big goes down, *everything* breaks loose. it all started with the hostage situation we had near our apartment two weeks ago and hasn’t slowed down since. last weekend, the former head of the drug unit at the sheriff’s office was arrested for embezzling money from his department’s budget. on monday, we had a murder, and yesterday, two people from our city who went on a mission trip to honduras were killed when the truck they and other members of their group were riding in rolled over. apparantly, its brakes failed.

i am ready for a break! and, i’m ready for some not-so-bad news. there is nothing worse than having to call someone (like the chairman of this organization that sponsored the mission trip) to talk about fatalities. they act like you’re a heartless, cruel person, when you’re just trying to do your job. frankly, reporters can’t get emotionally invested in stories. that’s when you lose your unbiased view. and, whether you like it or not, we have to ask the hard questions, the questions that might make you angry or want to cry again.

it’s times like these that make me wish i wasn’t in the news business.