She always brought in bagels on the weekends. She’d tell me all about her gambling trips. And she always wanted to know what I was up to. Fran Lewine was a special woman. Before I left for Baghdad I made it a point to have dinner with her. Before I left CNN I made it
I called him Pedro Super Dog because quite literally, he was. He flipped over in a single bound so you could rub his belly. He used his superhuman strength to nudge you with his nose and wouldn’t stop until you submitted to forced petting. He’d howl at the firetrucks in chorus with the siren to
The next day I was assigned to find and talk to family members. My best shot was at the school in Huntington where the families had been receiving information from mine and federal officials. No one wanted to talk and I don’t blame them. But, we still had no independent confirmation of the names of
The day I left Minnesota was the day the finally began recovering remains from the Mississippi River. It took them seven days. That’s an awful lot of heartache. And, the day before I left the land of a thousand lakes, a “seismic event” (a phrasing that was disputed by geologists but the mine owner was