This morning, I spent time at an IHOP in Mansfield where a gentleman wandered in, waving a gun around.And lo, as the sun began rising over the flapjacks, reporters were working industriously to provide people with information about why a popular business in a busy neighborhood was surrounded by police cars and crime scene tape. As time went on…
This morning, my boss was wandering through the newsroom, asking if anyone wanted to cover the hard-hitting story about IHOP changing its name.I have no idea how he made it all the way to my row [I sit in the back, with all the other ruffians] without anyone claiming it. At the time, I wasn’t even sure…