Small Town Reportage
A call came over the police scanner that was constantly on in our office, "Uh, Roy fell off the scaffolding over by the Red Owl, you might want to see if he's okay." The police radio was usually silent in the small town where I had my newspaper internship, so this was pretty big news. The only other person in the office, our receptionist shouted to my office, "You should go take a photo." It took a couple seconds to find my notepad since my office was also used as the town's overflow storage for Christmas decorations, but I found it and made my way up to the receptionist's desk. "Do you have the camera." We had only one, and she informed me it was in the newspaper's only full-time employee's car. "But we have this old Polaroid. You can probably take the picture and we can scan it." I walked out our front door to the scene of the accident, right around the corner, and sure enough, there was a guy lying on the sidewalk. He looked up and me and said, "Are you the new guy from the paper?" "Yeah," I replied, "Mind if I take your photo?"