Editor’s Notebook: 2/23/11

Jeff Genung

• One of the benefits, we always thought, of having a well drilled on your property was that you got to use your own natural gas for your home energy needs – for free. Today comes the news that Norse Energy Inc. is backtracking on that added benefit – apparently it’s either too dangerous, too much of a liability, or both. Instead, they’re giving all those lease holders free propane. It’s a wash money-wise, but it begs the question: if drilling is so safe, why isn’t it safe (anymore) to draw from your own well?

• Unless you’ve been totally oblivious to all things Melissa Stagnaro this week, tonight is the annual Night of Cookies and Cream fundraiser for the Children’s Center. She’s been writing about her “celebrity” participation, of course, but more importantly for us in The Evening Sun newsroom, she’s let us sample her wares. And by wares, I mean cookies. I’ve got to tell you, those raspberry thumbprint whatever-they-are things are pretty darn good. I know I’ll be headed down to the Norwich Fire Station tonight (6:30-8) to put in my bid – and to support a worthy cause.

• Hey everyone, let’s burn down the house and collect the insurance! Sounds like a plan in these tough economic times, but make sure everyone has their stories straight first, unlike this trio in Coventry (read Tyler Murphy’s store here). And just to be safe, make sure you won’t all turn on each other during the course of the investigation, too. Not quite up there with the high chick who stole a couple armloads of porn and then crashed into a police car a couple weeks ago, but still – I love you, Chenango criminals!

• Got a call a couple weeks ago from a Norwich band parent asking if I’d assign a reporter to do a preview of a fundraiser they’re having this coming Saturday (Brian Golden’s story is in today’s paper). Of course I was going to do it anyway, but I think he tried to butter me up by saying I was a “longtime supporter” of marching bands in Chenango County. Which I am. But it’s OK, dude. I know you meant “well-known band geek.” It’s one of the only labels from high school I’ll still wear with pride.