Good evening,
Chloe? Bucket of good, strong, potentially lethal Diner coffee please 'n thank-you...with some of that wonderful struedel!
Yup, over at the RC.
Well TODD, thanks for the duct tape and Vicks... I think the disease has passed. Loving Wife escaped again this morning, and seems just about back to almost normal. So far, avoiding her completely has worked! Made for a crappy anniversery this past weekend...but my health has come through just about intact (*knocking on wood*). We'll celebrate this weekend...unless the rain/sn** being forecast turns the roads slick and the local drivers into idiots.
KEITH: Welcome Sir! have a cup of extra-strong Diner "boot" coffee on me, well actually...on the expense account my editor ("THAT Editor") has here.
JEFF: Sorry to hear the latest on your foot, but also amazed at the same time. I never knew bones would regenerate like that. See? Learn something new everyday. Our best thoughts/wishes to you, and anybody else still on sick-call, troubled, distressed. 
Last night, I spent 5 long, grueling hours at the newspaper office. THAT editor said we had to find articles, and photos to submit to the Iowa Newspaper Association's "excellence in newspapers" competition. Winners are announced at an early February trade show/convention...or dog and pony show as I call it. So, I spent several hours over the past few days digging through all my stuff, making a careful list thinking we'd just go and pull stuff out of the extra papers. They want "tear sheets" which is just a fancy way of saying "cut-out the page it ran on and send it." WRONG. THAT editor had me go through the past year worth of papers, tagging everything "education," everything "business," any and all feature articles, personality profiles, photo features, news photo, sports photo...etc., etc., etc.
I finally crapped-out on THAT editor and Mr. Publisher around 11 pm. They kept going for at least another hour or so after THAT. At least Mr. Publisher went and got us food... THAT editor is kinda award-driven and wanted to saturate every catagory with the maximum number of entries. I don't know...a snazzy plaque (1st place) would be nice, a certificate (2nd or 3rd place) would be fine... but in the end, THAT and a buck gets me coffee; as long as I've got the buck. I just hope I don't have to go to the awards banquet. One thing I can't stand, is an awards show: people patting each other on the back "gee, look how great we are...yea US!" Whatever. Not my bag. Yeah, it'd be nice to have the INA say "wow, whatta photo!" and be talkin' about something I did. But, my satisfaction is not dependent on the INA.
With all THAT said... I'm w**king on an article about a "heritage farm," a farm under the ownership of the same family for 150 years. The more intersting story is the 88 year old lady still living there who kills coons with a sledgehammer...and the best story is her whacking a coon with a sledgehammer. I asked her daughter why she didn't just use a shotgun. "Oh God no! We took those away from her!!!" Very fiesty lady.
I keep chipping away on the XTRA grain hoppers during bouts of writer's block. Another Athearn foobie will be stripped, and repainted ICG orange but patched for the Chicago Central in a correct lettering and number scheme for a 4740 cu. ft. hopper. Yep...punch my RC ticket again please 'n thankya!
Chris