Continuing a series of blogs where I write about shoving a microphone in people’s faces, I found myself at a gas station yesterday morning to report on the mayhem that ensued when icy roads nearly hit the Metroplex.The Lord saw fit to ruin reporters’ plans, though, by keeping it above freezing close to the DFW area. Some of…
Continuing what’s apparently becoming a series on how I’m unforgettable, a public relations associate sent a text the other day, asking if we could get together soon so he could deliver some ice cream.Each year, he demands to give me ice cream. In return, I demand access to his hard-hitting clients, which include, but are not…