Recently, while covering a breaking story in the dark and early hours of a not-so-typical Monday, I encountered a large man carrying a large wood stick. Strange encounters are a part of my job. I watched the man as he walked around his apartment complex, but didn’t pay him much mind. As I said, I was working a breaking story.
Later in the morning, however, he returned. And he had apparently gained some followers.
The man, who was dressed a bit like Bob Marley, was followed by three other men, also dressed like the late reggae singer, and also carrying sticks.
They finally approached Cruiser 980, and informed me that their address included the numbers 9-8-0.
Teddy Roosevelt advised us to “speak softly and carry a big stick.”
He never met these guys.
March 23rd, 2009 at 10:36 am
Sticks are amazing and I love sticks so much cuz sticks are so friggin’ cool! YEAH BABY!