This was too good to pass up.
A man groped the nurse helping to deliver his baby. He was arrested and missed the birth altogether.
This was too good to pass up.
A man groped the nurse helping to deliver his baby. He was arrested and missed the birth altogether.
I am all to aware about the myriad of reasons why newspapers are failing and journalism, in general, is in decline.
And journalists — newspaper journalists specifically — who blame the reader (the consumer, essentially) should usually be admonished, and rightly so. The consumer (reader) simply wants the product (information) faster and in a way traditional newspapers can’t (or won’t) provide it (via TV, the Web, handheld or social media, etc.).
But where the reader can be held accountable is in WHAT information they want. Not enough people seem to care about the things that really matter anymore. Maybe that’s a problem with America, in general.
Here’s a prime example I find humorous.
The city of Atlanta is in the midst of its most important mayoral election in decades. The health care reform being debated in Congress, as well as in the court of public opinion, will affect virtually every Amercian in some way. We’re fighting a war in Afghanistan. And the H1N1 strain of the flu — swine flu, if you will — is spreading faster than expected and is killing our young people.
Yet, these were the three most popular stories on the Atlanta Journal-Constitution for last week:
1. UGA football player arrested, suspended
2. Winder man dies from rattlesnake bite
… and my favorite …
3. Man gropes nurse who was helping deliver his baby
The last one is so good, I might just have to post it myself.
I thought this was interesting. I found it on the auto page at AOL.com.
The Insurance Institute for Highway Safety found a 1959 Chevrolet Bel Air in near perfect condition and decided to crash it head on at 40 mph with a 2009 Chevrolet Malibu to illustrate what progress in safety had been made in 50 years of American car manufacturing.
Take a look. I took particular note of how fast the airbag in the 2009 Malibu deployed. The driver never sniffed the steering wheel, much less the windshield.
As for the driver of the Bel-Air, well, he didn’t hit the windshield either. But that’s because he had a steering column coming through the back of his spine.

Two of my favorite people -- Dylan and Danny Ford.
I went to the Spartanburg Touchdown Club meeting on Friday at Wild Wing Cafe in downtown Spartanburg to hear former Clemson football coach Danny Ford speak.
Dylan loves Wild Wing, and since he had a big program at school (that his grade wasn’t even allowed to attend) and then early dismissal, I took him along.
He was excited to wear his Clemson jersey and take his clemson football to have Coach Ford autograph it, even though he has no real idea who Coach Ford is. Coach of the 1981 national champions somehow doesn’t mean as much to him as to me.
He got to eat chicken fingers, hang out with the grown-ups (the thrill of missing school played a role, as well) and get his picture made with someone who his daddy liked a lot. And he loved it, especially since Mommy and Ella didn’t get to come along.
The picture doesn’t mean a lot to him, but hopefully one day he’ll understand why it does for me.