Bad mojo

So it’s starting to seem like every time the Herald calls me in, some horrible tragedy seems to happen. First visit in, the day before a house blew up. A few weeks later, a fire truck crashed into an apartment building. And now this… another house explosion.


This happened in Gloucester, which is about an hour and a half away from my house. Needless to say, by the time I got there, things had pretty much settled down. I guess that goes with the territory when you work Sundays — I think I was the only one on duty.

Here’s the story

I’ve never been much of a spot news hound, but I gotta say, running around the state trying to get to these things has been exciting. Working at the Trib, it seemed more often than not that we’d be sent to spot news in support of the TV crew that was already there. It made sense from a convergence/cost-savings standpoint, but from a content standpoint, you can only do so much at a time.

Oh yeah, thankfully, it was a balmy 17 degrees when I got there. Quite a relief from the 2 degrees from when I woke up yesterday morning!

And it warmed up enough in the day to almost 30 that I went out and got a weather feature!


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