The Nights Are Getting Colder

It's getting chillier in N.E. Ohio. The scanners have been unusually quiet. I have a feeling that we're going to go bonkers this week, possibly tonight because there are flurries possible for tonight. I'll probably have to chase each and every one of them.

Then comes the vacant house fires. The homeless will break into a vacant home set a fire to keep warm while they sleep and as usual the fire gets out of control. And I'll have to chase those down.

It's a never ending cycle.

Running of the Brides

Take about 400 brides to be, heavily discounted bridal gowns and a Filene's Basement and what do you get?



Look for the two women to face plant around the 1:55 mark... Loads of fun to be had. Although, I saw more tattoos than a tattoo artist, yesterday.

Almost getting run over by frothing at the mouth brides was an experience in itself.

Can't wait to do it next year...

The Height Of Entertainment

Is watching your wife try to play Guitar Hero II while under the effects of a quarter Ambien.

I don't think I've laughed harder in my life.

Happy .40 Cal Birthday To Me

I hit the big one today. 40. Yes, I've turned the corner into middle age. I expect my AARP application in the mail any day now.

Anyways, this morning at work, I was sent to do a live shot at the house where a fire took place three and a half years ago. The fire killed nine people, eight children and one adult. The fire was ruled arson and the killer had not been caught until yesterday.

Well, the house is not in a particularly safe area of Cleveland so, the producers asked me if I felt comfortable going there for the shot. I explained that I'd been there by myself before and felt okay with it. I wasn't really alone, as I had my reporter Bill with me.

Boy, was I wrong this time though.

We arrived at the house and I went about setting up the shot. I established the signal, ran the cables, set the lights and then got my camera. As I was plugging my camera up to the cables, I hear Bill calling my name fairly urgently.

I walk back to the truck, where Bill is on the phone. I see a figure on a bike turn the corner and ride away. Bill looks at me and says, "He had a gun."

"What?"

"He had a gun. He rode up about twenty feet away and was shaking his hand. I looked down and he had a gun in his hand. He was waving it around at me," Bill told me.

I barely saw the guy but yes he did have a gun and he definitely put an urgency to my movements. I called the desk while Bill was telling 911 what he saw.

We scrapped the live shot.

And all I got was an upset stomach for my birthday.

At least we weren't shot or robbed. I'm thankful for that.