At the end of next week, my time at The Evening Sun will be over and there are certainly things I will miss. A few weeks ago I found myself climbing through the fallen timbers left in the wake of a Pharsalia tornado and had the chance to explore the flood damage the day of the storm. Recently I’ve responded to the scene of a head-on crash between a tractor trailer and a pick-up and observed a spirited court debate between attorneys in a drug case involving tens of thousands of dollars.

Of course during about this same three-week period of time, I had two different people threaten to sue me and the newspaper. Just a word of advice to future plaintiffs looking to keep their names out of the police blotter: a threat of a lawsuit isn’t going to work. The pages would’ve been sued blank a long time ago.

Another woman, who was not named in a published black and white photograph, complained when I referred to her unidentified, quarter inch tall image as “elderly.” Honestly I’m not exactly sure if I can offer a clear definition of what I think elderly is, which dawned on me a second or two right after this woman dropped by the office and demanded an explanation. It was one of those surprise reporter quagmires.