Editor’s Notebook: 12/18/12


Jeff Genung
• So much sadness and horror in Connecticut on Friday that it almost made me glad we don’t publish over the weekend. Although media-bashing is a popular sport post-any tragedy, I feel confident in speaking for my journalistic brethren when I say that no one “enjoys” this kind of reporting. Misinformation leaked out, lines of propriety were both blurred and crossed, but I can assure you no one was having the proverbial “field day” among the throngs of media that descended upon Newtown that day or since. Sometimes, this job is as ugly as the things to which we bear witness.
• I’m not even sure what a “field day” is, really. Pretty sure I’ve never had one.
• On a brighter note, I’m going to pour myself a stiff glass of eggnog tonight and “help” St. Nick respond personally to all the “Letters to Santa” we’ve received on his behalf at The Evening Sun this year. My trusty staff of elves helped with the first batch Friday afternoon (every kiddie who writes in gets a personalized response), and tonight I’ll bat clean up. So far, the best request was “I want my mom to be skinny.” There’s only so much Santa can do, kid. That, and the preponderance of requests (seriously, there were multiple) for duct tape. Duct tape. For Christmas. Not even sure what to do with that one.
• Every letter we received by deadline (yesterday) will be published in a special section this Friday, the last of our “Delivering Christmas” editions. It’s a keeper, for sure.

• So much sadness and horror in Connecticut on Friday that it almost made me glad we don’t publish over the weekend. Although media-bashing is a popular sport post-any tragedy, I feel confident in speaking for my journalistic brethren when I say that no one “enjoys” this kind of reporting. Misinformation leaked out, lines of propriety were both blurred and crossed, but I can assure you no one was having the proverbial “field day” among the throngs of media that descended upon Newtown that day or since. Sometimes, this job is as ugly as the things to which we bear witness.

• I’m not even sure what a “field day” is, really. Pretty sure I’ve never had one.

• On a brighter note, I’m going to pour myself a stiff glass of eggnog tonight and “help” St. Nick respond personally to all the “Letters to Santa” we’ve received on his behalf at The Evening Sun this year. My trusty staff of elves helped with the first batch Friday afternoon (every kiddie who writes in gets a personalized response), and tonight I’ll bat clean up. So far, the best request was “I want my mom to be skinny.” There’s only so much Santa can do, kid. That, and the preponderance of requests (seriously, there were multiple) for duct tape. Duct tape. For Christmas. Not even sure what to do with that one.

• Every letter we received by deadline (yesterday) will be published in a special section this Friday, the last of our “Delivering Christmas” editions. It’s a keeper, for sure.