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…
My pick-up truck, furious to have been left off my hard-hitting year-in-review post, got a little hot around the collar recently.Literally.And again, by “literally,” I mean, “figuratively.” I’m not a professional mechanic, but I do not believe most cars wear collared shirts. I was driving near the Ol’ Scaia Place a few days…
As we’ve done literally [and by “literally,” I mean, “figuratively, like, once in the past five years”] every year, the editorial board at 1 Scaianalysis Esplanade has taken a look back at the most substantial issues of the year and presented updates to you, the literally dozens of people who read this blog daily.But our society is knockin…
This week, hundreds of people lost their home and a woman was killed when the storms blew through and knocked a crane into an apartment building. Naturally, a bunch of reporters showed up to shove microphones into people’s faces and ask them how this made them feel.Loyal Scaiaholics will recall this ranks near the bottom of my favorite…
This morning, I was at Love Field shoving a microphone in the face of Southwest Airlines passengers for the second time this week. They all had the unmitigated gall to show up, expecting a flight.Then I had the unmitigated gall to think, “Hey, there’s a Burger King across the street from the airport. You know what I need…