Random Thoughts

As I was leaving the local Mexican restaurant last week, I noticed a mini cooper with "Red Bull" emblazoned on all surfaces. Clearly, it was a salesperson's car, but it got me seeing imaginary headlines...

"Red Bull salesman falls asleep at wheel?!..."
"Red Bull salesman arrested after twelve-night stand-off with local police...."
"Red Bull salesman injured in failed flight attempt..."
"Extensive studies prove that Red Bull and LSD do not mix..."

I don't know why I think these things. I realize it is a perfectly wasteful use of otherwise valuable brain matter. I can't help it!

I actually used to work in publishing, and I loved it. I loved seeing my byline. I loved playing editor. I loved writing headlines. Why is it that all the really cool jobs pay little over minimum wage? If I could feed my family and get ahead, I'd run back to that job in a heartbeat. I'm sure it gets a little stickier at the large-scale urban newspapers, but in small town, USA, journalists get an up-close, front row view of the reality of some things like local power and the drive behind it. The happenings of government. The connections. Small town journalists hold quite a few cards, and yet get paid about $10 per hour. It makes you think, doesn't it? ...