SKIP: “Hey, Blondie McClone! Want a potato chip? Me be lovin’ these for…Many Times!” (Skip eats a chunk of lead paint, swallows) “Now that’s—burying the LEAD!” (Skip dies)
Made you theenks of possibly becoming journalist someday? What exactly lead you to theenks like that? That thees little newspaper is wents outta business and closing down? That the hedge fund who try to fund it wents outta business after they was fund it? That ol Skippy here the only guy left working in there while others there was lose theirs job? Gee great inspiration to becomes journalist eh. It’s called inspiring.
….for Crank………..A lede is the introductory section in journalism and thus to bury the lede refers to hiding the most important and relevant pieces of a story within other distracting information.
Rawlings sat back, his chair creaking softly beneath him as he studied Emily, her face buried in her hands. He could see the weight she was carrying, a storm inside her she didn’t yet know how to weather. He reached out, his hand steady, and placed it gently on her shoulder.
“Emily,” he said, his voice low and calm, “you’re tying yourself into knots over something you don’t even know is true yet. Life’s got enough battles without you borrowing trouble from shadows.”
She looked up, her eyes red and raw, the fear plain on her face. “But what if it is true? What if I am… and everything changes?”
Rawlings leaned forward, his gaze steady, the kind that cut through noise and found the truth. “And what if it isn’t? What if you’ve spent all this time worrying, imagining the worst, only to find it wasn’t there? You’re letting your mind run a race that hasn’t even started, and it’s wearing you out before you’ve taken a single step.”
Emily wiped her face, her breathing uneven. “I just… I can’t stop thinking about it. What if it ruins everything? My plans, my life…”
Rawlings sighed, his voice softening. “Life doesn’t ruin, Emily. It bends, it shifts, it takes turns you didn’t plan for. And yes, sometimes it’s hard. But you’re stronger than you think. Right now, what you’re doing isn’t helping. You’re spinning yourself into a web of fear over something you don’t even know yet.”
He paused, letting his words settle. “You don’t know the truth yet, so don’t waste your strength fighting ghosts. Take one step at a time. Find out what’s real first. And then? Then you decide how to walk the path that’s in front of you.”
Emily nodded slowly, her shoulders relaxing for the first time. Rawlings leaned back, his hand still on her shoulder. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, kid. Don’t let it get weighed down with things you can’t control. Whatever the truth is, you’ll face it. And you’ll come out stronger for it.”
For the first time, she smiled faintly. “Thanks, Mr. Rawlings
They never left his office, and he didn’t teach her anything but puns. But if her report was about how the newspaper industry is dead, maybe that’s why she got an A!
J.J. O'Malley about 1 month ago
“Shadowing” him? The two of you never left his one-room office!
billsplut about 1 month ago
LEDE! It’s “burying the LEDE,” Tom, Super-Duper Expert on the Papers of News!
J.J. O'Malley about 1 month ago
Once again, in the words of Tom Servo…“EEENNNNNNDDDDDD!!!”
Bill Thompson about 1 month ago
“Of course, I only got that A because my teacher didn’t know the next twenty-five letters of the alphabet!”
“So Les Moore is still on the job, eh? I’ll have to bury him with lead!”
billsplut about 1 month ago
SKIP: “Hey, Blondie McClone! Want a potato chip? Me be lovin’ these for…Many Times!” (Skip eats a chunk of lead paint, swallows) “Now that’s—burying the LEAD!” (Skip dies)
Argythree about 1 month ago
Meanwhile, in a backyard in a galaxy far, far away, an elderly gent is incinerating a turkey on a grill…
Blu Bunny about 1 month ago
Don’t bury lead, We might get lead poisoning?
gammaguy about 1 month ago
These days they’re digging up the lead… pipes.
Gent about 1 month ago
Made you theenks of possibly becoming journalist someday? What exactly lead you to theenks like that? That thees little newspaper is wents outta business and closing down? That the hedge fund who try to fund it wents outta business after they was fund it? That ol Skippy here the only guy left working in there while others there was lose theirs job? Gee great inspiration to becomes journalist eh. It’s called inspiring.
JudithStocker Premium Member about 1 month ago
Keep up the good work, dear! You could become another Barbara Walters!
Irish53 about 1 month ago
P 1.5 (blonde girl): “… but not in this town…”
DawnQuinn1 about 1 month ago
And what makes YOU an expert on the “Papers of News” Are you a journalist? Probably not. lol
rockyridge1977 about 1 month ago
….for Crank………..A lede is the introductory section in journalism and thus to bury the lede refers to hiding the most important and relevant pieces of a story within other distracting information.
lemonbaskt about 1 month ago
i stopped binge watching korean dramas to read this JUNK
lemonbaskt about 1 month ago
enough of skippy and blonde i gotta go get some pearl onions
Crandlemire about 1 month ago
Rawlings sat back, his chair creaking softly beneath him as he studied Emily, her face buried in her hands. He could see the weight she was carrying, a storm inside her she didn’t yet know how to weather. He reached out, his hand steady, and placed it gently on her shoulder.
“Emily,” he said, his voice low and calm, “you’re tying yourself into knots over something you don’t even know is true yet. Life’s got enough battles without you borrowing trouble from shadows.”
She looked up, her eyes red and raw, the fear plain on her face. “But what if it is true? What if I am… and everything changes?”
Rawlings leaned forward, his gaze steady, the kind that cut through noise and found the truth. “And what if it isn’t? What if you’ve spent all this time worrying, imagining the worst, only to find it wasn’t there? You’re letting your mind run a race that hasn’t even started, and it’s wearing you out before you’ve taken a single step.”
Emily wiped her face, her breathing uneven. “I just… I can’t stop thinking about it. What if it ruins everything? My plans, my life…”
Rawlings sighed, his voice softening. “Life doesn’t ruin, Emily. It bends, it shifts, it takes turns you didn’t plan for. And yes, sometimes it’s hard. But you’re stronger than you think. Right now, what you’re doing isn’t helping. You’re spinning yourself into a web of fear over something you don’t even know yet.”
He paused, letting his words settle. “You don’t know the truth yet, so don’t waste your strength fighting ghosts. Take one step at a time. Find out what’s real first. And then? Then you decide how to walk the path that’s in front of you.”
Emily nodded slowly, her shoulders relaxing for the first time. Rawlings leaned back, his hand still on her shoulder. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, kid. Don’t let it get weighed down with things you can’t control. Whatever the truth is, you’ll face it. And you’ll come out stronger for it.”
For the first time, she smiled faintly. “Thanks, Mr. Rawlings
sueb1863 about 1 month ago
“Kid, by the time you get into the job market, there won’t be anywhere for you to get a job as a journalist. Nice thought though!”
Dogouse Reilly about 1 month ago
This is how Ida Tarbell got started. She was shadowing Charles Foster Kane.
Old Tarf Premium Member about 1 month ago
Journalism as a minor, maybe. Major in something with a paying future.
62kathleenhicks about 1 month ago
STILL no Crankshaft!
jmorris9999 Premium Member about 1 month ago
Evidently he never reads news on the web or he’d know the lede is always buried so you have to scroll past a dozen ads to find it.
tcayer about 1 month ago
They never left his office, and he didn’t teach her anything but puns. But if her report was about how the newspaper industry is dead, maybe that’s why she got an A!