Mecklenburg County may be losing the Mecklenburgs show...but there is a new way for you to keep up with what's going on in the county.
They have a blog! You can visit the blog by going to http://meckconnect.wordpress.com/.
The goal of the blog is to find out what motivates people to become engaged and involved as owners of their community and their local government.
Check it out!
Friday, March 28, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Surviving the Storm
When my friends and I were planning our short vacation to Atlanta, we wanted to make sure we got in several sights: the World of Coke, the Aquarium, CNN, Six Flags and the Zoo - but we never...EVER even considered we'd be running from a tornado!
Okay, maybe running is a little extreme, but we were in Centennial Park literally minutes before a F-2 tornado hit the city. While out and about on Friday, we heard about an outdoor art gallery that would be in the park that night - so we decided to check it out.
My friends - Dan and Mia were looking through the art exhibit, while I sat with my roommate, who had hurt her foot. While we were sitting, the storm was rolling in, and we could see some big lightning coming into the city - the storm looked really bad.
Dan and Mia didn't notice the storm right away, so they were spending a good bit of time going through the gallery and talking about each piece. Karla - my roommate - and I were talking about how close the storm was getting, when a homeless man walked up to us and asked to sit down.
We didn't want to be rude, so we told him he could sit where ever he wanted, he didn't need our permission. He then started talking to us, and asking where we were from. We talked for a few minutes, of course not giving away any vital information that could put us in danger later. He seemed nice enough, but you still have to be cautious. After a while, it became apparent that he was completely drunk, and even downed a bottle of liquor in one swig while sitting with us.
That's when he became a little more aggressive and started getting closer to us. I'm not Spiderman or anything, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out this was not a good situation. Dan and Mia were on their way back to where we were sitting and we politely, but quickly removed ourselves.
The four of us quickly went through the gallery, because the storm was getting MUCH closer and we wanted to get away from the man. We then figured it was time to leave, so we headed for the MARTA station a couple blocks away.
As soon as we got to the Northbound line, the power in the station went out. The entire MARTA station was in complete darkness, before kicking back on about a minute later. We didn't know right away, but we had just been hit by a tornado.
The train came, we got on and attempted to ride to our station. My dad called and asked if were okay because he'd been watching the SEC championship (which was at the Georgia Dome) and had heard it had been hit by a possible tornado. That's when we knew and we were hit by the reality of how close we were.
Because of the storms, they shut down the MARTA just one station before where our car was parked. We were trying to figure out how to get back to the car, but a few minutes later - we heard they were starting the MARTA back. It was only going one more stop - but that was all we needed.
We got back to the hotel, called our parents so they wouldn't freak out and then watched the coverage from the local tv stations.
Now, Mia and I are both in the news business - me here at WBTV, and Mia is a photographer with CN2 in Rock Hill. We started talking about going back on Saturday and looking at the damage. We went back and were taking pictures with our cell phones and cameras. We even got on TV accidentally, because the reporter was referencing us when talking about the people coming out to see the damage. Ooops!
I wanted to share some pics from the damage. Notice the blue billboard in this first picture - that's what the billboard looked like BEFORE the storm (P.S. - that's Mia pointing to Anderson Cooper, the storm blew him away too).
Here's what that same sign looked like - after the storm...
Notice the cars, three of them crushed when this billboard fell down. The billboard was across the street from the CNN Tower, right beside Centennial Park. The CNN Tower was hit pretty hard as well...windows busted out, the glass roof above the food court fell in, cutting a few people.
The CNN Tower wasn't the only place hit. In the last picture, you can see the Philips Arena was hit hard too. A building near that blue billboard was destroyed. The damage was pretty intense in such a short section of the city, bricks were everywhere - including on a couple cars!
Two of the five or six Olympic Torches that line Centennial Park were knocked over by the storm. The tornado ripped the Torches out of the base and tossed them a couple feet to the ground.
We don't know what happened to that homeless man that scared us off, but we hope he was able to get away from the storm safely. After all, if it wasn't for him, we could have still been at that art exhibit when the storm hit.
Next time we go on vacation, we're calling the mayor of the city first...just to give them a heads up that destruction is on the way!
Okay, maybe running is a little extreme, but we were in Centennial Park literally minutes before a F-2 tornado hit the city. While out and about on Friday, we heard about an outdoor art gallery that would be in the park that night - so we decided to check it out.
My friends - Dan and Mia were looking through the art exhibit, while I sat with my roommate, who had hurt her foot. While we were sitting, the storm was rolling in, and we could see some big lightning coming into the city - the storm looked really bad.
Dan and Mia didn't notice the storm right away, so they were spending a good bit of time going through the gallery and talking about each piece. Karla - my roommate - and I were talking about how close the storm was getting, when a homeless man walked up to us and asked to sit down.
We didn't want to be rude, so we told him he could sit where ever he wanted, he didn't need our permission. He then started talking to us, and asking where we were from. We talked for a few minutes, of course not giving away any vital information that could put us in danger later. He seemed nice enough, but you still have to be cautious. After a while, it became apparent that he was completely drunk, and even downed a bottle of liquor in one swig while sitting with us.
That's when he became a little more aggressive and started getting closer to us. I'm not Spiderman or anything, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out this was not a good situation. Dan and Mia were on their way back to where we were sitting and we politely, but quickly removed ourselves.
The four of us quickly went through the gallery, because the storm was getting MUCH closer and we wanted to get away from the man. We then figured it was time to leave, so we headed for the MARTA station a couple blocks away.
As soon as we got to the Northbound line, the power in the station went out. The entire MARTA station was in complete darkness, before kicking back on about a minute later. We didn't know right away, but we had just been hit by a tornado.
The train came, we got on and attempted to ride to our station. My dad called and asked if were okay because he'd been watching the SEC championship (which was at the Georgia Dome) and had heard it had been hit by a possible tornado. That's when we knew and we were hit by the reality of how close we were.
Because of the storms, they shut down the MARTA just one station before where our car was parked. We were trying to figure out how to get back to the car, but a few minutes later - we heard they were starting the MARTA back. It was only going one more stop - but that was all we needed.
We got back to the hotel, called our parents so they wouldn't freak out and then watched the coverage from the local tv stations.
Now, Mia and I are both in the news business - me here at WBTV, and Mia is a photographer with CN2 in Rock Hill. We started talking about going back on Saturday and looking at the damage. We went back and were taking pictures with our cell phones and cameras. We even got on TV accidentally, because the reporter was referencing us when talking about the people coming out to see the damage. Ooops!
I wanted to share some pics from the damage. Notice the blue billboard in this first picture - that's what the billboard looked like BEFORE the storm (P.S. - that's Mia pointing to Anderson Cooper, the storm blew him away too).
Here's what that same sign looked like - after the storm...
Notice the cars, three of them crushed when this billboard fell down. The billboard was across the street from the CNN Tower, right beside Centennial Park. The CNN Tower was hit pretty hard as well...windows busted out, the glass roof above the food court fell in, cutting a few people.
The CNN Tower wasn't the only place hit. In the last picture, you can see the Philips Arena was hit hard too. A building near that blue billboard was destroyed. The damage was pretty intense in such a short section of the city, bricks were everywhere - including on a couple cars!
Two of the five or six Olympic Torches that line Centennial Park were knocked over by the storm. The tornado ripped the Torches out of the base and tossed them a couple feet to the ground.
We don't know what happened to that homeless man that scared us off, but we hope he was able to get away from the storm safely. After all, if it wasn't for him, we could have still been at that art exhibit when the storm hit.
Next time we go on vacation, we're calling the mayor of the city first...just to give them a heads up that destruction is on the way!
Monday, March 17, 2008
Covering The Deaths Of Two Salisbury Firefighters
This blog was written by WBTV reporter David Whisenant:
I almost didn't go. I was at my usual Friday morning prayer breakfast at the Checkered Flag. Three friends and I meet every week, we enjoy each other's company and then we pray out loud together for specific needs. Yeah, the people in the other booths think we're nuts, but such is the Christian walk. Anyway, someone called to tell me there was a fire at Salisbury Millworks, probably not a big deal, and the Salisbury Fire Department was already on scene, and that usually means no matter how close I am the fire is out before I can get to it. Something told me to go, I can't describe it, but I apologized to my friends and left.
I got to the fire in just a couple of minutes. At first I was run off by an employee, that's okay, that happens, and it turned out to put me in a better camera position at the front of the plant instead of the back side off Martin Luther King, Jr. Avenue. I was there early, first reporter on the scene, and I started rolling video in my camera. Initially, from the eye of a news photographer, it wasn't an astounding sight...smoke coming out of some windows in what appeared to be a small office building. I exchanged "good mornings" with police officer Andy Efird and rookie officer Andy Carlton. I nodded at some of the firefighters who were going about their work in the usual professional manner. I called the WBTV assignment desk and told them werhe I was, told them I was covering a fire, probably not a big deal, I'd stay a few more minutes and run to the bureau on the square in downtown Salisbury and feed in some video for noon.
At some point, and I can't really put my finger on the time, something changed. I remember the police had allowed me to cross the railroad tracks and get some closer images. The smoke coming from building was heavier, and it was darker in color. I remember seeing a bright orange glow in the window that I believe was in owner Norde Wilson's office. I interviewed Wilson a few minutes later, he was still confidant that the fire would be extinguished quickly, and he had high praise for the Salisbury Fire Department. His only regret, at that point, was that some fine cherry woodwork in his office was probably being destroyed as he watched. Then another significant change.
The smoke was mixed with flames coming from the roof of the office, flames mixed with smoke now pouring out of Wilson's office window. Now there was more smoke and it was coming from eaves and doorways, garage doors and windows, and it wasn't just in the office, it was coming from the huge manufacturing area that ran nearly a block long. Soon the flames overpowered the smoke...bright, orange, fierce, crawling on every surface, being fueled by superheated air. I even zoomed in with my camera on a specific spot in which I saw a bright blue flame near the front of the building. A firefighter told me it was probably one of the chemicals used in the plant now on fire. The flames were so big at this point, leaping into the air over the brick building now struggling to stay standing. Then another change, and one that was haunting.
No one told me firefighters were hurt, I didn't hear the "Mayday" call from Captain Barkley, but I didn't need to. You could see it on the faces. I knew something had happened and that it was horrible. Chief Parnell walked by with a look of shock and sadness. I called the station back and said they better send me some help because I knew now this was not just a structure fire like I'd seen hundreds of times in my career. I saw the ambulance move in close to the building, that was surprising since it was so near the flames. Chief Parnell then walked by and asked me and the other news crews if we would hold off reporting anything until families could be notified. At that point I didn't know what had happened, but those words made it pretty clear to me that at least one firefighter had died.
Two years ago for a story, Chief Parnell dressed me up in fire turn out gear and let me go into a building the department was burning for training. I can still feel the heat from the day. As I crawled on the floor I wondered how firefighters could do this and keep their senses. I remember that there was a point, probably just a minute or two into it that the firefighters started to pull me out. I wasn't ready to go, but I saw a part of plastic on the cover of my camera start melting. I didn't need anymore convincing. But now on this early March this was no training fire, no experiment, this was a raging inferno that had claimed victims.
What I noticed next was truly telling about the character of these men and women. They didn't stop fighting this fire. There were one or two who took ten second to hug, but then they charged right back in. The grief, the pain, had to put aside, for now, while the flames continued to wrap their fingers around the building and consume a car that an employee had parked earlier in a spot he was certain was out of reach of the fire in its infancy. I still had a job to do, I had a story to tell. The station did send some help and I spent the rest of the day on the scene of the fire. I had to to three live reports in our noon news, plus one at 5, one at 6, one at 7, and an additional story for WFMY in Greensboro and WRAL in Raleigh. My video, those unbelieveable images, went out to CBS News in New York and to CBS and affiliated stations across the world.
I cried at the end of my 5 pm live shot. I couldn't help it. This is my hometown, these are people I know and respect, and they're hurting, so I'm hurting. It may not have been professional, but it was real. I said something to the effect that in my 16 years of covering news on television, this was the worst, the bottom line worst story I had ever covered. I've seen a lot of bad things, suffering, anger, but this was the nadir of all of it. That led me to do some things out of character for me. I snapped at several people in our newsroom, including our anchor Maureen O'Boyle. I snapped at good people at Rowan Regional Medical Center, I snapped at my wife. I knew I had to get my temprement under control. I prayed for peace for myself, but then felt guilty asking God for anything when so many people needed so much more than I.
The next few days were truly a blur of events and images, some sad and heartbreaking, some hopeful and wonderful. The show of support from the community was truly encouraging. Banners, ribbons, signs, all offered prayers to the families of the fallen firefighters, and for those still on the job. As a reporter it was good to have some positive things to say about the horror that I had seen on Friday, but there were difficult and awkward moments. As always, some of my cohorts in the media didn't want to respect what I felt were reasonable rules for covering the aftermath of such tragedies. And as is often the case, they, including one television station that had repeatedly reported inaccurate information on the day of the fire and with virtually no ties to this community, was rewarded for their aggressive efforts. I just didn't think this was the time to be concerned with beating the competition. I did stories about how out of town firefighters were covering for Salisbury and Rowan County, and I talked to Brad Jordan, a firefighter who was there Friday and who had seen death before when he was riding with firefighter Jim Shue of the Locke Fire Department around 12 years ago and was involved in an accident in the fire truck that took Shue's life. Yet here was Jordan, married to a firefighter, and ready to run on the next call.
The day of the funeral was another milestone. For days there was behind the scene drama about how the media would be allowed to cover the event. I wanted to have my camera there and I was willing to "pool" the video. That's a media term that means everybody gets the same thing I get. I thought this was an historic event and that it should be documented, but my perspective on it should not overrule the wishes of two families dealing with immense grief. The family did approve the request, but again, there was more drama that lasted right up until the morning of the service. We in the media usually play nice together, from television to print and radio, but there are those times that one outlet or another has to push the bounds of reason and sensitivity. In the end ot worked out, and the television camera in the chapel made it possible for the overflow crowd in Keppel Auditorium to still see and hear the images of a moving and emotional service.
Outside the chapel there was a little more media drama, and even some light comedy. The media area was down Oliver's Way, a beautiful walkway that runs from the chapel to the auditorium, problem is, the other cameras and crews were behind a small weeping willow tree. Deputy Chief Steve Whitley had agreed to that position, after much begging on our part, and he was serious about any violations of the ground rules. I mean so serious that he called the magistrate and the judge Thursday morning to give them a "heads up" that he may be bringing in some media types if they crossed the line. I love Chief Whitley, there's just enough of an edge to him that you know he's serious, but he's also a little playful behind the Serengeti sunglasses. We joked about the tree maybe falling prey to an unknown lumberjack of beaver, but to our amazement, and pleasure, Catawba officials simply dug it up and moved it. It was a major and unexpected concession, and one that was truly appreciated. On the other hand, you had the presence of the news helicopters. Those choppers, Sky 3, Chopper 9, and Air Star, are a vital part of broadcast news gathering, but they are loud and intrusive. The stations were given two conflicting rules on chopper access, and when that is the case, you always go by the one that allows the most access. Lt. Rory Collins of the Salisbury Police Department first noticed the "wop wop wop" of the birds and started telling the station's representatives on the ground to have the choppers back off a few miles. They did, and with the amazing technology of the zoom lens, they were still able to provide gripping images of the procession and the traditional rituals normally observed with the funeral of a firefighter.
I think I wrote this as therapy for myself. I wanted to remember these images and the feelings I experienced during this mouornful time. I prayed hard this week, for the Islers and the Monroes, for Chief Parnell, Captain Barkley, our Salisbury city public information officer Karen Wilkinson who was suffering in her own way as the cousin of Justin Monroe. I also prayed for myself and I asked others to help me with that effort. I just wanted to conduct myself first as a Christian, then secondly as a sensitive and compassionte reporter who still had a job to do. One of the speakers at the funeral said that God can bring that which is good out of that which is tragic. I know he can, I certainly was an eyewitness to that this week, both the tragic that we leave behind, and the good that drives us to hope through the grace of God.
I almost didn't go. I was at my usual Friday morning prayer breakfast at the Checkered Flag. Three friends and I meet every week, we enjoy each other's company and then we pray out loud together for specific needs. Yeah, the people in the other booths think we're nuts, but such is the Christian walk. Anyway, someone called to tell me there was a fire at Salisbury Millworks, probably not a big deal, and the Salisbury Fire Department was already on scene, and that usually means no matter how close I am the fire is out before I can get to it. Something told me to go, I can't describe it, but I apologized to my friends and left.
I got to the fire in just a couple of minutes. At first I was run off by an employee, that's okay, that happens, and it turned out to put me in a better camera position at the front of the plant instead of the back side off Martin Luther King, Jr. Avenue. I was there early, first reporter on the scene, and I started rolling video in my camera. Initially, from the eye of a news photographer, it wasn't an astounding sight...smoke coming out of some windows in what appeared to be a small office building. I exchanged "good mornings" with police officer Andy Efird and rookie officer Andy Carlton. I nodded at some of the firefighters who were going about their work in the usual professional manner. I called the WBTV assignment desk and told them werhe I was, told them I was covering a fire, probably not a big deal, I'd stay a few more minutes and run to the bureau on the square in downtown Salisbury and feed in some video for noon.
At some point, and I can't really put my finger on the time, something changed. I remember the police had allowed me to cross the railroad tracks and get some closer images. The smoke coming from building was heavier, and it was darker in color. I remember seeing a bright orange glow in the window that I believe was in owner Norde Wilson's office. I interviewed Wilson a few minutes later, he was still confidant that the fire would be extinguished quickly, and he had high praise for the Salisbury Fire Department. His only regret, at that point, was that some fine cherry woodwork in his office was probably being destroyed as he watched. Then another significant change.
The smoke was mixed with flames coming from the roof of the office, flames mixed with smoke now pouring out of Wilson's office window. Now there was more smoke and it was coming from eaves and doorways, garage doors and windows, and it wasn't just in the office, it was coming from the huge manufacturing area that ran nearly a block long. Soon the flames overpowered the smoke...bright, orange, fierce, crawling on every surface, being fueled by superheated air. I even zoomed in with my camera on a specific spot in which I saw a bright blue flame near the front of the building. A firefighter told me it was probably one of the chemicals used in the plant now on fire. The flames were so big at this point, leaping into the air over the brick building now struggling to stay standing. Then another change, and one that was haunting.
No one told me firefighters were hurt, I didn't hear the "Mayday" call from Captain Barkley, but I didn't need to. You could see it on the faces. I knew something had happened and that it was horrible. Chief Parnell walked by with a look of shock and sadness. I called the station back and said they better send me some help because I knew now this was not just a structure fire like I'd seen hundreds of times in my career. I saw the ambulance move in close to the building, that was surprising since it was so near the flames. Chief Parnell then walked by and asked me and the other news crews if we would hold off reporting anything until families could be notified. At that point I didn't know what had happened, but those words made it pretty clear to me that at least one firefighter had died.
Two years ago for a story, Chief Parnell dressed me up in fire turn out gear and let me go into a building the department was burning for training. I can still feel the heat from the day. As I crawled on the floor I wondered how firefighters could do this and keep their senses. I remember that there was a point, probably just a minute or two into it that the firefighters started to pull me out. I wasn't ready to go, but I saw a part of plastic on the cover of my camera start melting. I didn't need anymore convincing. But now on this early March this was no training fire, no experiment, this was a raging inferno that had claimed victims.
What I noticed next was truly telling about the character of these men and women. They didn't stop fighting this fire. There were one or two who took ten second to hug, but then they charged right back in. The grief, the pain, had to put aside, for now, while the flames continued to wrap their fingers around the building and consume a car that an employee had parked earlier in a spot he was certain was out of reach of the fire in its infancy. I still had a job to do, I had a story to tell. The station did send some help and I spent the rest of the day on the scene of the fire. I had to to three live reports in our noon news, plus one at 5, one at 6, one at 7, and an additional story for WFMY in Greensboro and WRAL in Raleigh. My video, those unbelieveable images, went out to CBS News in New York and to CBS and affiliated stations across the world.
I cried at the end of my 5 pm live shot. I couldn't help it. This is my hometown, these are people I know and respect, and they're hurting, so I'm hurting. It may not have been professional, but it was real. I said something to the effect that in my 16 years of covering news on television, this was the worst, the bottom line worst story I had ever covered. I've seen a lot of bad things, suffering, anger, but this was the nadir of all of it. That led me to do some things out of character for me. I snapped at several people in our newsroom, including our anchor Maureen O'Boyle. I snapped at good people at Rowan Regional Medical Center, I snapped at my wife. I knew I had to get my temprement under control. I prayed for peace for myself, but then felt guilty asking God for anything when so many people needed so much more than I.
The next few days were truly a blur of events and images, some sad and heartbreaking, some hopeful and wonderful. The show of support from the community was truly encouraging. Banners, ribbons, signs, all offered prayers to the families of the fallen firefighters, and for those still on the job. As a reporter it was good to have some positive things to say about the horror that I had seen on Friday, but there were difficult and awkward moments. As always, some of my cohorts in the media didn't want to respect what I felt were reasonable rules for covering the aftermath of such tragedies. And as is often the case, they, including one television station that had repeatedly reported inaccurate information on the day of the fire and with virtually no ties to this community, was rewarded for their aggressive efforts. I just didn't think this was the time to be concerned with beating the competition. I did stories about how out of town firefighters were covering for Salisbury and Rowan County, and I talked to Brad Jordan, a firefighter who was there Friday and who had seen death before when he was riding with firefighter Jim Shue of the Locke Fire Department around 12 years ago and was involved in an accident in the fire truck that took Shue's life. Yet here was Jordan, married to a firefighter, and ready to run on the next call.
The day of the funeral was another milestone. For days there was behind the scene drama about how the media would be allowed to cover the event. I wanted to have my camera there and I was willing to "pool" the video. That's a media term that means everybody gets the same thing I get. I thought this was an historic event and that it should be documented, but my perspective on it should not overrule the wishes of two families dealing with immense grief. The family did approve the request, but again, there was more drama that lasted right up until the morning of the service. We in the media usually play nice together, from television to print and radio, but there are those times that one outlet or another has to push the bounds of reason and sensitivity. In the end ot worked out, and the television camera in the chapel made it possible for the overflow crowd in Keppel Auditorium to still see and hear the images of a moving and emotional service.
Outside the chapel there was a little more media drama, and even some light comedy. The media area was down Oliver's Way, a beautiful walkway that runs from the chapel to the auditorium, problem is, the other cameras and crews were behind a small weeping willow tree. Deputy Chief Steve Whitley had agreed to that position, after much begging on our part, and he was serious about any violations of the ground rules. I mean so serious that he called the magistrate and the judge Thursday morning to give them a "heads up" that he may be bringing in some media types if they crossed the line. I love Chief Whitley, there's just enough of an edge to him that you know he's serious, but he's also a little playful behind the Serengeti sunglasses. We joked about the tree maybe falling prey to an unknown lumberjack of beaver, but to our amazement, and pleasure, Catawba officials simply dug it up and moved it. It was a major and unexpected concession, and one that was truly appreciated. On the other hand, you had the presence of the news helicopters. Those choppers, Sky 3, Chopper 9, and Air Star, are a vital part of broadcast news gathering, but they are loud and intrusive. The stations were given two conflicting rules on chopper access, and when that is the case, you always go by the one that allows the most access. Lt. Rory Collins of the Salisbury Police Department first noticed the "wop wop wop" of the birds and started telling the station's representatives on the ground to have the choppers back off a few miles. They did, and with the amazing technology of the zoom lens, they were still able to provide gripping images of the procession and the traditional rituals normally observed with the funeral of a firefighter.
I think I wrote this as therapy for myself. I wanted to remember these images and the feelings I experienced during this mouornful time. I prayed hard this week, for the Islers and the Monroes, for Chief Parnell, Captain Barkley, our Salisbury city public information officer Karen Wilkinson who was suffering in her own way as the cousin of Justin Monroe. I also prayed for myself and I asked others to help me with that effort. I just wanted to conduct myself first as a Christian, then secondly as a sensitive and compassionte reporter who still had a job to do. One of the speakers at the funeral said that God can bring that which is good out of that which is tragic. I know he can, I certainly was an eyewitness to that this week, both the tragic that we leave behind, and the good that drives us to hope through the grace of God.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Oh March....you move SOOOOO slow.
You know, I used to love the month of March, and now I'm just loving when its over!
No, its not because April is so great - I'm just done with March.
It used to be so good with my dad's birthday, March Madness, St. Patty's Day - everything a half-Irish man needs! But in the last couple of years, so many bad things have happened in March, that its starting to bum me out.
But this year, I'm hoping to turn things around. I'm taking off during the hardest part of the month and taking a VACATION with my friends. This will be the first time since I've worked here that I actually go somewhere on my vacation.
Hopefully it'll be good.
And to all my Irish brethren out there....the countdown is on!
No, its not because April is so great - I'm just done with March.
It used to be so good with my dad's birthday, March Madness, St. Patty's Day - everything a half-Irish man needs! But in the last couple of years, so many bad things have happened in March, that its starting to bum me out.
But this year, I'm hoping to turn things around. I'm taking off during the hardest part of the month and taking a VACATION with my friends. This will be the first time since I've worked here that I actually go somewhere on my vacation.
Hopefully it'll be good.
And to all my Irish brethren out there....the countdown is on!
Friday, February 29, 2008
When a Problem Comes Along, You Must Whip It!
A big pop movie icon collection going up for auction next month!
They've got a helmet signed by Tom Hanks, Christopher Reeve's Superman suit, and even Indiana Jones' whip and chalice from The Last Crusade... all kinds of great stuff!
Now, we had a replica whip - and the anchors had just too much fun with it!
(Click Picture to Watch!)
All the proceeds are going to the Audubon Society.
They've got a helmet signed by Tom Hanks, Christopher Reeve's Superman suit, and even Indiana Jones' whip and chalice from The Last Crusade... all kinds of great stuff!
Now, we had a replica whip - and the anchors had just too much fun with it!
(Click Picture to Watch!)
All the proceeds are going to the Audubon Society.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Step Show Throwdown!
The CIAA is gearing up for Funky Fresh Friday with a TON of events uptown, including the CIAA Step Show Throwdown.
Some of the boys from Kappa Alpha Psi at UNC Charlotte stopped by to give a little preview of what you can expect on Friday night.
(Click Picture for Video)
So who will win the battle? Guess you'll have to be there to find out!
Some of the boys from Kappa Alpha Psi at UNC Charlotte stopped by to give a little preview of what you can expect on Friday night.
(Click Picture for Video)
So who will win the battle? Guess you'll have to be there to find out!
Frustrations From A New Homeowner
As a new homeowner the news about surging foreclosure rates and low home prices has me worried. And I'm sure I'm not alone. Even people who aren't at risk for foreclosure have a lot to worry about. For instance I'm not worried about foreclosing myself, but instead I'm worried that other people in my area will foreclose. I'm also worried that selling my condo will be harder than originally thought.
I bought my place over the summer. I knew going in that most of the country was having foreclosure problems, but everything I read and was told was that Charlotte seemed to be immune. So I took the big plunge and bought. The good part about buying when I did was that it was still easy. I wasn't under a ton of scrutiny from the bank. Lately I've been hearing horror stories from people who are trying to buy right now. A lot of banks and mortgage companies are cracking down on who they let buy. Some people have told me they can't even get their mortgage companies to call them back.
Of course buying right now comes with some rewards. For instance next to nothing interest rates.
Either way, the economical problems aren't going away anytime soon, which will impact everyone. It may impact when I decide to sell, the amount of upgrades I do to my place, and the price I'll eventually get for my home.
Upgrades are good but there's a fine line between making your house more sell able and out pricing yourself. Right now I'm just trying to walk a fine line. For instance should I tile my kitchen and bathrooms? Should I redo my counter tops in my kitchen? Should I redo my closet? What kinds of things would be positive changes and what would be too much?
Anyone with any ideas feel free to comment.
I bought my place over the summer. I knew going in that most of the country was having foreclosure problems, but everything I read and was told was that Charlotte seemed to be immune. So I took the big plunge and bought. The good part about buying when I did was that it was still easy. I wasn't under a ton of scrutiny from the bank. Lately I've been hearing horror stories from people who are trying to buy right now. A lot of banks and mortgage companies are cracking down on who they let buy. Some people have told me they can't even get their mortgage companies to call them back.
Of course buying right now comes with some rewards. For instance next to nothing interest rates.
Either way, the economical problems aren't going away anytime soon, which will impact everyone. It may impact when I decide to sell, the amount of upgrades I do to my place, and the price I'll eventually get for my home.
Upgrades are good but there's a fine line between making your house more sell able and out pricing yourself. Right now I'm just trying to walk a fine line. For instance should I tile my kitchen and bathrooms? Should I redo my counter tops in my kitchen? Should I redo my closet? What kinds of things would be positive changes and what would be too much?
Anyone with any ideas feel free to comment.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Are You Ready for Some SOFTBAAAAAAAAAAAALL?
I am completely pumped.
There are a couple times of years that I truly love...Football Season, My Birthday/Christmas, and of course...Media League Softball Season!
That's right! This will be my third year ON the team...fourth year being around it. There is something exciting about getting out and playing a game of softball on a league...win or lose.
And yes, we've had our share of both...
Do I hate losing? Of course!
Do I have fun regardless? You betcha!
So with practice kicking off on Saturday morning - you can just call me the HAPPY PRODUCER!
There are a couple times of years that I truly love...Football Season, My Birthday/Christmas, and of course...Media League Softball Season!
That's right! This will be my third year ON the team...fourth year being around it. There is something exciting about getting out and playing a game of softball on a league...win or lose.
And yes, we've had our share of both...
Do I hate losing? Of course!
Do I have fun regardless? You betcha!
So with practice kicking off on Saturday morning - you can just call me the HAPPY PRODUCER!
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Stand by Your Ham...
That's right...your ham!
Farmers in the U.K are trying a new way to bring attention to their issue, so they are hitting the Internet with a catchy new song. This is a parody of Tammy Wynette's "Stand by Your Man."
But you have to seriously ask...can this be more than just a catchy song?
I think its a great effort, but I don't know that it'll actually make a difference in the price of feed for the Wilbur and the rest of the porkers.
Sorry Farmers...great song, but it ain't gonna help!
Farmers in the U.K are trying a new way to bring attention to their issue, so they are hitting the Internet with a catchy new song. This is a parody of Tammy Wynette's "Stand by Your Man."
'Stand by Your Ham'
Right now it's hard to make a living
Rearing all your pigs for pork and ham.
The supermarkets make money
But we don't make any money
And that's quite hard to understand
But if they gave us a little more money
Gave us farmers a fairer share.
Coz we take good care of our pigs
We're so proud of them
To us they're more than pork and ham.
(Chorus)
Stand by your ham.
Sausages, pork and bacon
Help us to stay in business
Because our pigs are worth it.
Stand by your ham.
Sausages, pork and bacon
Keep givin' all the help you can
Stand by your ham.
But you have to seriously ask...can this be more than just a catchy song?
I think its a great effort, but I don't know that it'll actually make a difference in the price of feed for the Wilbur and the rest of the porkers.
Sorry Farmers...great song, but it ain't gonna help!
Way To Go Vols!
Just wanted to take a quick minute and congratulate the Tennessee Vols! I became a TN basketball fan after moving to Tennessee from Ohio a few years ago. When I first got to Tennessee, the men's basketball team had just hired Bruce Pearl as their new coach.
Pearl should go down in history as being one of the best basketball coaches! He took a team that rarely made it to the NCAA tournament to a few years later being the number one team in the country. Now in all fairness the team has only had that title for a day or so but it's a great accomplishment for a team that has never been number one!
Once again congratulations to Bruce Pearl and the team for a season well done! Let's hope they can take it all the way!
Picture Courtesy: SEC Sports
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