Ahhh, the great joy of waiting for sources to return repeated phone calls...I am left with no choice but to sit tight--and in my impatience, I find inspiration.

The media: can't live with it, can't live without it. You can screw it and it can screw you. Like peas in a pod.

Objectivity: an ideal impossible to achieve.

Whenever one comes close, crazy people come out of the woodwork and accuse you of not being sympathetic enough to one side of a story or another. And when you sound even remotely sympathetic, the subjectivity nazis come after you with pitchforks and torches ablaze.

I am the hunted. Damned if I do, damned if I don't. But I do love my job. (It's not just that I get a high from shoving a microphone into someone's face.)

In other news...Western Massachusetts is pretty freaking cool. I never gave it enough of a chance until now (when I actually have to live there). It's got city and country and culture, and home-home is just a little ways away on either side of the Masspike. And no sales tax on clothing or shoes. Talk about heaven.

That being said, I still can't stand yielding for pedestrians.