Photog Woody's inspirational message... to himself.
Many of us in the Capitol Press Corps have spent the summer choked by a collective sense of ennui, partly because the group is shrinking by the day as newspapers gut their bureaus, and partly because ever since the Texas primacaucus, nothing huge has come around to hold our attention.
The legislature meets only every other year. It's debatable whether meeting more often would produce a better state. Either way, this is an off year.
In June, the Governor's Mansion burned down at the hands of an arsonist. All investigators have to go on is that a dude who wore a UT baseball cap might be responsible. He could be at home playing Nintendo Wii right now, or if he's smart - he's playing Mob Wars.
In July, the heat killed my grass and nearly killed me along with it. (Chip and I decided years ago that we'd rather be hot than cold, but rather freeze to death than burn to death. These are the conversations we had in the news vehicles.) Besides the heat, nothing really newsworthy happened besides the fact the Star-Telegram bureau went from three man down to one. Sigh.
Now we're nearing the end of August, and the biggest thing I have to look forward to is a text message with Obama's VP pick. I hear it's gonna happen within the next 24 hours.
