I've decided to start updating this blog, because my friends have informed me that my life is interesting. Which, I suppose, it is. If you consider all the drama that can happen in a small town, and does happen with me or my friends, I could be the next Gossip Girl.
So. Summer 2011. It has been absolutely thrilling, let me tell you.
I've been working for the newspaper and I'm obsessed. It is the perfect job for me. I go to the jail every morning to look at the dockets, then I go to the police department and find out about what crime went on in the city. Who knew Vicksburg was such a scary place? Oh, wait. I did.
After I leave the jail, I write heartwarming stories about the United Way and the Red Cross touching the lives of people everywhere.
I've been working a few weekends at the paper, which sounds miserable but really isn't at all. I get Friday mornings and all day Monday off, which allows me to be productive and watch The View and Still Standing.
I worked this weekend, and Saturday I was covering a flood story. (Yay, flood. Glad you're over because I'm sick of hearing that you were 57.1 feet over flood stage on May 19 and began on May 1 and displaced over 1,200 people). Anyway, doing that, I get a call from our editor on duty for the weekend. Never a good sign.
He informs me that two bodies have been found in Tallulah, and it is in my job description to travel there and find out what is going on. So, being the wonderful investigative journalist I am, I take off my pink rubber boots I had been wearing for the flood story, throw on my Chaco's (TSM), and head to Louisiana.
I get there and have no idea where to go. Other than Daiquiri World, my Tallulah geography knowledge is limited. So we made some phone calls and got a reporter from their newspaper to give us directions to where one of the bodies was found.
I then proceed to drive through the scariest neighborhood I've ever been in, and see crime tape and a giant spotlight. So, I pull my car over, grab my phone and press pass, and get out to investigate with Katie.
As we're walking through this "secluded wooded area" as I described it in my article, I think to myself "Wow, I could totally be a crime scene investigator." Then, Katie and I spot blood. She had to fan me so I wouldn't pass out. CSI is no longer in the cards for me.
We walked across the street and knocked on a random door to ask what was going on. Lady answers, tells us some stuff. Then some scary dude stops us and tells me to come to his car, which I (being so brilliant and investigative) do. He leads us to the other spot where they found the second body.
Creepy. It was at a kid's park. Anyway, we talk to him for awhile and then head to Popeye's to do some more reporting. Again, scary.
Finally make it back to Vicksburg and write the story. As of today, some Tallulah citizens have taken it upon themselves to serve justice and decided to beat up some "suspects". I am no longer writing the stories on it because things are getting a little too real over there for my taste.
Back to United Way and nursing home stories for me.
