Category Archives: Journalism

What’s happened in Boyer World the last month or so?

This is one of those I-haven’t-blogged-in-a-couple-months posts.

But, unlike the rest of you all, I have some legitimate excuses.

So, let’s just cut to the chase, shall we?

This is where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing since I dropped off the face of the WordPress.

1. I got a new job as Social Media Editor at U.S. News & World Report. It’s even Facebook official. I started last week, and I’m super excited.

I Instagrammed my new mug. Don't judge.

I Instagrammed my new mug. Don’t judge.

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Oh, the places you’ve gone! Mapping my ideaLab travels

Wow. Lots of places around York city. But I went off the beaten path, too!

Wow. Lots of places around York city. But I went off the beaten path, too!

So, let’s get this straight: I’m no where near done with this map.

Since the whole ideaLab program is over-ish (BIG SAD FACE), I wanted to show some of the successful places I’ve traveled in pursuit of my project. Continue reading

A year in review: Thirteen things I learned in 2013

1. Don’t be afraid to see your source naked. It might happen from time to time.

2. Pastors like to eat at McDonald’s. Since writing this post, I’ve run into a couple other clergymen while working as a mojo beneath the golden arches. Trend story?

This is Pastor Chet Joines of Round Hill Presbyterian Church in Crossroads, Pa. I met him at McDonald's in Manchester while on a mojo adventure.

This is Pastor Chet Joines of Round Hill Presbyterian Church in Crossroads, Pa. I met him at McDonald’s in Manchester two weeks ago while on a mojo adventure. My odd “office” space caught his eye.

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Have you met the ‘murse?’ Read my latest piece.


In today’s Sunday business section, I have a byline about murses.

Why?

I don’t really know. Does a story about murses have to happen for a reason?

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How do you write an obituary for a cookie?

This photo, provided by Rodney Stauffer, was too grainy to use for print. It's a old Milk Custard box.

This photo, provided by Rodney Stauffer, was too grainy to use for print. It’s a old Milk Custard box.

This might be one of my favorite consumer-y stories I’ve done in a long time.

It started with an email about cookies. People couldn’t find them.

At first, I thought it sounded ridiculous.

It’s a fact of life. Companies discontinue products all the time.

After all, whatever happened to French Toast Crunch or Surge? BuzzFeed has a pretty good list right here.

So, what makes this situation different?

I’m going out on a limb here. No one’s holiday traditions (God. At least I hope not.) are tied to short-lived sugary soft drinks or strange, toast-shaped cereals. Continue reading

I met an awesome WWE-loving pastor in McDonald’s the other day

Here is Pastor James hanging out in the background of my Tout video.

Here is Pastor James hanging out in the background of my Tout video.

On Monday, I went to McDonald’s in Springettsbury Township to get some work done.

They say news doesn’t walk by your desk, and this particular fast food establishment has had plenty of action in the last year.

Seemed like a good choice.

I got my coffee, sat down in a cushy chair and ignored the fact that people were obviously staring at me for being that dressed-up weirdo on a laptop in McDonald’s. Continue reading

ALL THE BOYERS EVER: A profile story by an actual Boyer

 

Aside from Donald, these are all the Boyers you'll ever need to know. Meet my family -- Stan, Ann, and Casey.

Aside from Donald, these are all the Boyers you’ll ever need to know. Meet my fabulous family — Stan (the man), Ann, and Casey.

This story seems, at first, kind of self-serving.

Except it’s not.

I’ve never been a huge genealogy person. I know what I know, and that’s enough.

Maybe I’m scared what a little research might reveal. Maybe I’ll find out some of my relatives were heinous criminals or total weirdo losers.

Or maybe I just don’t care all that much.

But that’s OK. Donald Boyer cares enough  for the both of us. Continue reading