Journalism lesson #1
It's 8 a.m., and I've been in my beat for over three hours.
You read that right.
I got up at 3 a.m. and shipped out to Astoria/LIC in time for the Rikers Island drop-off. (FYI - discharged RI inmates are dropped off at Queensboro Plaza station at 5 a.m. Monday through Thursday.)
"Why?", you ask.
I'd heard from a source that former inmates were causing ruckus in the neighborhood and harassing the staff at the 24-hour joints by the drop-off location. So I thought I'd go see, then chat up the night staff at the local donut shops, news agents, and convenience stores.
I sat. I waited. I watched.
Nothing happened.
OK, not quite. They got there. They bought coffee. Then they left.
And no one had any complaints - not the shopkeepers, not the patrol cop, not the random pedestrians.
This is why you always get more than one source.
Got a full day of meetings ahead. Better order another coffee.
You read that right.
I got up at 3 a.m. and shipped out to Astoria/LIC in time for the Rikers Island drop-off. (FYI - discharged RI inmates are dropped off at Queensboro Plaza station at 5 a.m. Monday through Thursday.)
"Why?", you ask.
I'd heard from a source that former inmates were causing ruckus in the neighborhood and harassing the staff at the 24-hour joints by the drop-off location. So I thought I'd go see, then chat up the night staff at the local donut shops, news agents, and convenience stores.
I sat. I waited. I watched.
Nothing happened.
OK, not quite. They got there. They bought coffee. Then they left.
And no one had any complaints - not the shopkeepers, not the patrol cop, not the random pedestrians.
This is why you always get more than one source.
Got a full day of meetings ahead. Better order another coffee.
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