“Let us pause to remember Sam Snide,” Evan said as he looked out at the crowd. “He was the worst reporter ever.” (More)
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Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include A New Cat Food and A New Olympic Sport. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….
Evan glanced down at his notes and continued. “Those who didn’t know Sam well may only remember his state journalism prize-winning exposé on health code violations at the Grease and Grog.”
“That was a great story,” Cora called out from the second row. “Even if it shut down the only place in town that was still open after we put the paper to bed at night.”
“Jerk,” Gerry grumbled from the back.
Evan could not disagree. “Still, we should also remember Sam’s other accomplishments. For example, you may not know that our paper expanded the trauma counseling program to include copy editors, because of Sam.”
“No one could mutilate a sentence like Sam,” Paula agreed.
Evan nodded. “I’m sure many of you remember when stadium security was called to the press box during the state championship, after Sam read his opening aloud.”
“And what a sentence it was,” Gerry said. “It began, ‘Amidst the gathering storm, as thunder boomed like a field goal kicked by an angry hippopotamus, who would have to be well-trained because hippopotamuses don’t usually play football, even if some football players look like hippopotamuses, including the uneven teeth, or at least they did before they got mouth guards….'”
Evan smiled. “Ah yes. As I recall, he was five inches into the story before he mentioned which teams were playing.”
“Five-point-eight inches,” Cora said. “It was a new record for irrelevant drivel.”
“Don’t forget when he moderated the school board debate,” Paula said.
“Those were tough questions,” Evan agreed.
“Ya think?” Paula asked. “Bill Balsie’s brother had to tackle him and drag him off the stage after he charged at Sam with a chair.”
“And after he got Bill away,” Cora added, “Brad Balsie came back with the fire hose.”
“In fairness,” Evan said, “that rumor about the goat turned out to be true.”