The funny thing about journalism: Even when you’re not at work, you’re still at work.
To be clear: I carry my iPhone and a notepad EVERYWHERE. It’s the digital journalist way.
You never know when a story — or a very peculiar woman — might cross your path.
Early Friday evening, I was responsibly enjoying a refreshing adult beverage with some associates in the White Rose City when a woman, clad in what appeared to be blue surgical booties emerged from the darkness. Continue reading