Some Kind of Wonderful
Let’s set some ground rules: We respect Will Farrell, but we are by no means an unabashed fan; the first Anchorman was disappointing, even if we live in Stay Classyville; and Ron Burgundy hosting a real North Dakota newscast isn’t as good as it ought to be.
But if you can make it to the story about the Black Friday shoplifter being chased out the store and almost running down the employee who blocked her car, then you’ll respect the challenges faced by a local newscast when there isn’t any news.
Which, given that this is Bismarck, is probably most days.
And we’re not just pissing on them from the Big City. Our first job out of college was at a thrice-weekly paper in McMinnville, Oregon, where we always had a camera handy if the police scanner reported a fender-bender, where we talked to a nice couple who were tired of sport parachuters crash-landing outside their kitchen window, and where the major ongoing story was the siting of a new dump.
It was a great practical education in the profession — so great that after eighteen months we quit the job, not to mention journalism itself, and ran away to join the circus.
So you won’t find us ironically snickering at the shopping pleasures to be had in Downtown Minot, or the airport luggage-coat piece that looks like a dress rehearsal for an SNL sketch. We’re just happy for the timely reminder that thirty years ago, we made the right decision.
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