It was a very eventful and sad day Wednesday. On my new City Hall beat for The Cincinnati Post, I’m discovering I’ll never know what might happen. Kabaka Oba – or anyone, for that matter – being shot right in front of City Hall, during a City Council meeting, no less, was not in my Top Ten of things I thought I’d ever see.
For now, though, I am discovering more and more why I love journalism. Not because of what I get to see (though that sometimes is true), but because of what I get to experience in the life of this city, this state, this country, this world – the good, the bad and the ugly.
On a weirdly happier note, Mama was proud this morning. I made The New York Times. Even if is only me, in a photo, on a cell phone, doing my job – and with the sad circumstances unfolding before me.