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tribute to a friend and colleague

A former co-worker, Dave Carrillo, died recently of a heart attack at 41. He was a great person and journalist, and Ollie Reed, a reporter for The Albuquerque Tribune, put together a wonderful tribute to Dave. He quotes a lot of people I worked with at The Trib, probably the “golden age” of my journalism career. The talent in that newsroom was astounding. Ollie also included a quote from me. The one he couldn’t print, however, is actually pretty funny.

Dave and my wife, Lara, were constantly engaged in good-natured sparring. Both worked on the design desk, and I was on the copy desk. Lara came up to me, knowing I was studying Spanish, and asked for some invective in espanol. I told her to tell Carrillo, “Coma Mierda,” which means “eat shit.”

So she saunters from the copy desk to the design desk, repeating the phrase along the way so she wouldn’t forget it. But in customary Lara fashion, she managed to mangle it.

“Como mierda,” she barked at Carrillo, who at first looked bewildered, then launched into a characteristic Carrillo fit of hysterics at this designer who had just come up and announced: “I eat shit.”

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Happy birthday, Bob.

Happy birthday, Bob.

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You know you’re in Knoxville when …

Within a two-block section of torn up Market Square, you encounter:

— Two pairs of fat, sweaty, screaming men waving Bibles and bleating about the wonders of GEE-sUS for everyone to enjoy. I mean, who are they hoping to convert? You can’t spit without hitting a fundamentalist Christian in Knoxville. And I’d think most heathens would be unlikely to fall for a used car dealer approach to peddling religion.

— The sound of jackhammers, heavy equipment and swearing construction workers as Knoxville tries once againt to forge a viable downtown out of the Beirut-remains of its former glory.

— Within 20 feet of the second pair of so-called Christians, a guy dressed up in a giant dollar bill suit handing out something (I didn’t get close enough to see what) to promote a local bank. The juxtaposition was too much for me to handle, and I started laughing uncontrollably, confusing all of the assembled evangelists — those trying to force feed us their beliefs, their banking practices and their vision of a revitalized downtown …

Also, I intend to post more photos/notes from the Jamaica trip. Just need to find time. I wrote about it until about mid-way, then just lost all motivation to boot the computer. That’s when I knew the vacation was a success.