If death were not so final, a journalist would by now have voluntarily ventured there to bring back the story. Every reporter worth their bone marrow dreams about being in the right place at the right time with the right equipment to observe and record a major event, then dispassionately disseminate it for all to see.
Yesterday my media friends in Springfield fulfilled such a nightmare role--and did so brilliantly. Particularly difficult I would image for the Springfield Republican, located within the fury of the storm.
When routine suddenly explodes out a broken window, let's hope there will always be a reporter there to cover it.
The Springfield Republican speaks
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