Two Nostalgic Observations

One bittersweet, the other just plain bitter. How about bitter first. Everytime I find myself down in Old Sacramento, I am amazed that for a large portion of my life–my adolescence–going to Old Sac was the most fun to be had. The walk from K Street (Comics & Comix) through the old DTP (Orange Julius) and through the tunnel to Old Sac (Evangelines, Time Zone) was a full day for a 12 year old. These days, I can’t imagine getting out of my car. Except for the Jazz Jubilee. And the Train Museum, which is actually still really fun. Who doesn’t love them that dining car with the fake nighttime outside the windows?

My second nostalgic moment today came when I noticed that when the light is right, say in the late afternoon, the word “Lucky” is clearly visible at Little Lucky where the word “Albertson’s” has been removed. I think it’s mostly 40-year old dirt, but it should bring a tear to the eye of longtime residents.

Fun with labels

So it appears the “person of interest” in the Christie Wilson case had some of her hair in his car and is now being considered a “suspect” (Reader’s note: Still no word, like at all, on the missing Rio Linda foster mother).

At our last Sac Rag staff meeting we were laughing about this term “person of interest” and how it has made its way into our lexicon in recent years. I found an interesting article from 2004 that discusses it and brings up some great points.

“It’s a sloppy, irresponsible term,” said Ted Gup, journalism professor at Case Western Reserve University and a former Washington Post reporter. “Once you cast a pall of suspicion on someone, you can’t subsequently say, “I didn’t mean anything by that.’ It’s like trying to get the toothpaste back into the tube.”

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Email Rant

We have a running joke at work that involves mass emails. From time to time we’ll receive a message that is well intended and genuine, but invariably one person (to start with) will click “Reply All” when they should have just clicked “Reply.” This results in a flood of idiocy (my new band name, if I, like, had musical talent, and a band) with one reply all after the other trying to stop insanity. For example:
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