Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
When I was a newspaper reporter, the police scanner was an always chattering presence in the newsroom. Most of the time, we heard nothing of importance.
But one rainy, gray wintry afternoon, something came over the scanner that caught everyone's attention. An elderly couple had been reported missing by their adult children. Their car was gone and they hadn't been seen since the day before. The woman had Alzheimer's Disease. Her husband was her primary caregiver.
Throughout the afternoon, we were glued to the scanner as the police searched. Very little work was accomplished.
Finally, word came. Their car was parked on a country road. They were dead.
The man shot his wife and then killed himself.
We shed more than a few tears in the newsroom that afternoon.
People quite often accuse members of the media of having no hearts. I'm sure some journalists don't. But many of us suffered as we covered stories about families burned out of their homes and groups of people who held fundraisers to help cover the medical care for a terminally ill child.
Yes. We had hearts.
But sometimes we had to hide them so we could interview people without sobbing.
Infinities of love,