A mobile home park is no place for fishing.
The rain was coming down hard last night. I'm not a heavy drinker, but I had a shot of Jack Daniels last night. We had all the computers off and Dellis had lit candles all over the house. It was dark through most of the day and it just felt like the thing to do.
Friday afternoon and night my camera, reporter, and I were in the rain covering a river. . .well, actually it was a driveway leading to a mobile home park. The rains had temporarily turned it into a river.
We hitched a ride in the back of a pickup truck to get across. One of my SAT truck trainees ran the SAT truck for us. It feels good to be behind the lens again.
The people in the mobile home park were the only ones affected and like a lot of our news assignments, we may never know the outcome. Things may go back to normal after the rain lets up. Somebody may figure out a way to get the rain run-off to stop being a problem.
The folks who live here will continue on with their lives, mostly unchanged by our coverage of the story. I'm not saying that's good or bad. I'm just being realistic.
As I type this, it's a cold grey morning and the rain is still coming down. I'd rather stay home (I understand it's some sort of holiday) and spend time with my family. That's what I feel like doing today.
What I will do, is get my rain gear together and go to work.
I have a job to do and crazy as it is, I still get a kick out of it. While I stand out in the cold and wipe the rainwater from my lens, I'll have a smile on my face. Chances are whatever I cover today won't be changing the world. I'll just do my job and "be" looking forward to tomorrow.
The rain's gotta stop sometime.