Recent Blogs
Blog Archive
Blog Archive
Thursday, May 15th, 2008
I heart Small Towns
The last couple of days I have done a lot of driving. Yesterday I went from Springfield to Shelbyville (1:30 mins) to a tiny town called Herrick (30 mins) back to Springfield (1:30mins) and somehow by the love of god made it on the the news with an edited story for 5:00.
Today I drove from Springfield to Lincoln 40 minutes....drove all around town...story kinda failed....switched gears went back to Springfield...Went to a movie casting call....back to station...edited for 5.....out to live shot...back to station edited for 6..back out to live shot. There has been alot of running around. And there was plenty of stuff to blog about. But the best story comes from the small town of Herrick.
I arrived in town in search of a rural house where authorities made a big meth bust earlier in the week. I deiced to head to "downtown" where the street was lined with very few things....and nothing showing life. As I got out of my car....it sounded like a ghost town. You could have heard a pin drop. I decided to walk into the only business with a couple cars in front. The building read "Cafe". But there were no windows...and the door was a huge steel door. I walked inside......
I was immediatly hit by the smell of homecooked goodies. Strange...but friendly stares turned in my direction. I asked for some help. BAMN....everyone got up to run over to my sheet of paper o see if they could locate the address. They all seemed kinda confused. "Is that up on the hill?" "Is that next to Tim's place?" "Isn't this the guy who was in the military" "oh yes....his mom just left here"
I was told to run down to the post office....which I did...and was pointed in the right direction:
Lady at the post office Well you'll head up this road here about five miles......
Me: This road? Is this route 15?
Lady: Well.....no.
Me: Oh...what road is this?
Lady: Well.....it doesn't have a name.
Me: The road has no name?
Lady: Nope...it's just a county black top.
I love small towns :) haha!
I heart Small Towns
The last couple of days I have done a lot of driving. Yesterday I went from Springfield to Shelbyville (1:30 mins) to a tiny town called Herrick (30 mins) back to Springfield (1:30mins) and somehow by the love of god made it on the the news with an edited story for 5:00.
Today I drove from Springfield to Lincoln 40 minutes....drove all around town...story kinda failed....switched gears went back to Springfield...Went to a movie casting call....back to station...edited for 5.....out to live shot...back to station edited for 6..back out to live shot. There has been alot of running around. And there was plenty of stuff to blog about. But the best story comes from the small town of Herrick.
I arrived in town in search of a rural house where authorities made a big meth bust earlier in the week. I deiced to head to "downtown" where the street was lined with very few things....and nothing showing life. As I got out of my car....it sounded like a ghost town. You could have heard a pin drop. I decided to walk into the only business with a couple cars in front. The building read "Cafe". But there were no windows...and the door was a huge steel door. I walked inside......
I was immediatly hit by the smell of homecooked goodies. Strange...but friendly stares turned in my direction. I asked for some help. BAMN....everyone got up to run over to my sheet of paper o see if they could locate the address. They all seemed kinda confused. "Is that up on the hill?" "Is that next to Tim's place?" "Isn't this the guy who was in the military" "oh yes....his mom just left here"
I was told to run down to the post office....which I did...and was pointed in the right direction:
Lady at the post office Well you'll head up this road here about five miles......
Me: This road? Is this route 15?
Lady: Well.....no.
Me: Oh...what road is this?
Lady: Well.....it doesn't have a name.
Me: The road has no name?
Lady: Nope...it's just a county black top.
I love small towns :) haha!
I love directions in small towns because they always involve some mysterious place that burned down years ago (you know where the old Wilson place used to be before it burned down--you turn right past there)