| Journal 1979-1980 |
| This should have been my senior year, but because a Journalism degree required more credit hours than some other majors, and because of how time-consuming my newspaper classes were, I didn't graduate until 1981. |
| Sun., Sept 16, 1979 ---- I was at the newsroom bright and early to go to work, and, boy, did I work! Poor J. Most [James Leickly - we called him J. Most Likely] had a huge news hole, and nothing to put in it, so I had to find wire copy to fill it. We had no copyeditors again [classes hadn�t actually started yet, so our student workers weren�t on campus yet] and I had to sit slot [a seat in the center of a u-shaped table] 2 1/2 hours. The computers still weren�t up but that was a blessing for me, since we just sent stories straight to print shop to be typeset. We�d�ve been hours longer if we�d had to type everything into the computer ourselves. Wed., Sept 19, 1979 ---- Well, here we go again - this is the first day of classes of my 4th fall quarter, my 9th straight quarter, and my 12th quarter overall. We had the usual "mandatory meeting" for all Lantern staff members, at 5, where we introduced ourselves to all the staff reporters, copyeditors and photographers. It felt strange to be on the other side for a change! When the groups split up, I had too much to do to stay, so I asked Sue to mention that I could use an assistant. The guy who came in the other day about being an assistant came in to help tonight. His name�s Lance Constein. He can�t help when I need him most, but he just returned from taking a year off and Dr. Clark recommended he get back into things by working with the wire. So, although I don�t really need evening help, Lance is welcome to come and learn all he wants. I had already finished Elsewhere by the time he got there at 7:30, so I showed him what I could and he watched me shut off the machines and clean the Unifax. He even stayed when Sue asked me to help in the VDT [video display terminals - an early term for a sort of personal computer] room. He sure is dedicated. Mon., Oct. 1, 1979 ---- Hey, I actually made it to two classes today! Talked with Felix Lee on my way to J-school. His knee brace comes off next Thursday. He said Doug Mackie has to have more surgery in December. Poor Doug! [Both were football players.] That doll, Terry Lintner, was so kind as to buy my J211 books for me today! I saw him and Greg in the triple [a dorm room for three people] last night, and they asked me to come in and take part in a magic trick. I sat on a chair and they tried to lift me with just their index fingers under my armpits and knees. They could barely budge me. Then they all placed their hands, palms down, over my head and not touching each others� hands, then tried again to lift me. This time they got me almost to the height of their chests! Then we tried it again. It was pretty neat. Then Greg left but Terry stopped at my room to borrow my Windex, and commented on my long work hours. I said I hadn�t even had a chance to buy all my books yet, and he offered to go get them for me! I didn�t have enough money to get all of them at once, but I made him a list of the ones I needed most. He said he�d make a second trip for the others when I have the money! That is just so nice of him! Sat., Oct. 6, 1979 ---- We beat Northwestern by a measly 16-7. We should�ve been able to kill them! Got an after-game pizza at PJ�s, and while we were waiting for it to cook, someone in an ape costume sat next to us and put his arm around me. For the life of us, we couldn�t figure out who it was. After he left, I asked Craig who it was, and he said Todd! When he came around again, we apologized for not being able to guess, and asked why he was dressed up. He said he did it on his last regular day of work and it was such a hit that the managers asked him to do it again. Went to Oar House later, and half the hockey team was there - Larry Marson, Bob Zanella, Mike Conrad, etc. Got introduced to a guy who turned out to be Greg Morrow�s roommate. While he and I were talking, Mike Blake joined us. I reminded Mike that Amy and I had talked to him at McNasty�s on her birthday, and that she met him at the health center last week. With any luck he�ll remember us next time he sees us. [He did, and we got to be pretty good buddies eventually. He was the goalie and later spent a couple years with the LA Kings.] Thu., Oct. 25, 1979 ---- Turned in my application for sports editor. I�ve just gotta get picked! With Hugh Malay and Mark Hummer trying out, my chances are slim, but I HAVE to have it during hockey season! Tonight was Spaghetti Omnibus VI, and Amy and I went for a while. I borrowed a tie from Brad, from my dorm floor, and Amy got one from Frank on Bradley 3. I held his pet snake while he tied the tie for Amy. When we got to Patterson Ave, we didn�t know whether 159 was to our right or left, so we stood at the corner for a second, deciding which way to go. Then, to our left, I saw a figure all in white and just had a feeling it was Mike Doody. We went towards where he had disappeared, and found a sign in front of the building that read, "This is it." We went in and to the kitchen, where Rick Story and Tom Holden were standing. I don�t think I�ve seen Holden since last fall. Then Doody walked by wearing a white lab coat! So it WAS him we�d seen! Holden took a picture of me and Doody together. Then we went to the basement for spaghetti and some conversation. Met Cindy Craft�s boyfriend, who went to Cleveland Collinwood. Harding plays them in football and beat them this year! Wed., Oct. 31, 1979 ---- Went to my interview for sports editor at 5:20, and I think it went well. I had trouble with a couple of their questions but I felt better later when I saw that Mark Hummer didn�t seem too pleased after his interview either. I don�t really know him but I don�t think I like him. I heard Sandy tell him I had tried out too, and from the corner of my eye I saw him look at me and laugh. Of course, it didn�t help that Sandy laughed too. Went to Martha�s after I got out for the evening. Mike Ryan [from the diving team] said it�s too bad they don�t pick editors on looks, because I�d be sure to get it then. That was nice of him! But even then, I don�t know. Hugh is a doll, and Hummer isn�t bad looking either. Thu., Nov. 1, 1979 ---- Well, I didn�t get it. I knew all along that Hummer probably would, but I was still hoping. Hugh and I exchanged words of consolation this morning. I�m so disappointed I could cry, but I don�t have time! Besides, I guess in a way it�s better I didn�t get it. I�ve been working so hard this quarter I don�t know how I�d hold up if I had to do it again next quarter. I could use a break after this. Had a good end to the evening, though - Bob Zannella [hockey player] came in again. He asked how long I was here every day and what the news was. I mentioned a story or two and he said he should come in more often, he might learn something. Well, I certainly agree he should come in more often! He is one of the best looking guys I�ve ever seen and has a neat voice with a hint of New England accent. I love to hear him talk. Fri., Nov. 9, 1979 ---- Edit board had a brown bag lunch with President Enarson [OSU president, that is] in the J-school conference room. It was very interesting, but Jeff, Enarson and I were the only ones who brought our lunches. Boy, the hockey game tonight was something else! OSU scored 21 seconds into the first period, and led 3-0 at the end of it. I didn�t think we were playing very well, but we only had one penalty, which is unusual. In the second period, the fighting began. University of New Hampshire players were wearing facemasks that our guys kept grabbing. In the fight at 18:54, McNair and Penningroth got five-minute penalties and were thrown out of the game. So were two UNH players, one of whom McNair took to the ice. Fans were yelling, "Two! Two!" meaning they thought McNair should get two points like wrestlers do for a "takedown." As the players went to the locker rooms at the end of the period, a fight broke out on the floor. Ame and I couldn�t see much from our vantage point, but we figured it was bad. We had a feeling right then that that was the end of the game, and we were right. Before the third period was to begin, the announcer said that UNH refused to continue and forfeited the game. Amy and I decided we�re going to write an editorial column about this. Sat., Nov. 10, 1979 ---- It�s a good thing Amy and I went to the ice rink tonight. We neglected to find out beforehand whether there would still be a game, and sure enough it was cancelled. Our guys were on the ice, though, so we stuck around and ended up learning a lot. We talked to some more people to get information for our column, and found out the truth about things. First we talked to some guy named Brian [Brian Byg, the rink manager], then to Art Flesch and Jerry Welsh (the coach), and to Phil Coit, the president of the Blueliners hockey fan club. Jerry spent a lot of time with us, which surprised me. He said none of our guys was the first to throw a punch or to drop his gloves, and that our team played very well. In fact, he said the first period was one of their cleanest ever. It�s true, they did have only the one penalty. For some reason, Phil Coit was determined to show us the putrid locker rooms and Jerry�s office. When we came back from there, we went to the staff office and got to see a videotape of the game. A bunch of the guys came in, like Larry Marson, Mark Freeman and Steve Jones. Amy and I were sitting on the edge of a couch and Mark Freeman squeezed in behind me and put his hand on my shoulder to balance himself. While we watched the fights, he berated Marson for not going after one guy and demonstrated by attacking me: he put an arm around my neck and pulled me down and shook me a bit, all in play, of course. That was fun! We asked him and Marson how they felt about the whole situation, and they said mostly disappointed. They wanted to play a game. Mon., Nov. 12, 1979 ---- Ame and I were up until almost 3 working on our column. We went to the newsroom about 9:30 to type it, only to have Sully say he didn�t want it! When we asked why, he said he didn�t have room for it. We replied that it could wait, so he said he�ll run it Wednesday. We talked to Dean Nicolozakes about the column, and he was really glad we�re doing it. Mark Hummer was in today and I got up the courage to volunteer to be his assistant. He accepted with an enthusiasm that surprised me. Then he said, "We�ve never been introduced, have we?" and held out his hand. We talked a little and he took my address and phone number in case he needs to reach me. Well, he climbed a couple steps in my esteem today! Wed., Nov. 14, 1979 ---- I had just gotten out of edit board meeting and was trying to finish my layout for J211 class when out of the corner of my eye I saw someone come in the wire room. I heard a voice say, "Hey, how are you today?" and turned to see Bob Zannella. In a three-piece suit, no less. He looked so good I was actually shaking! He said he liked our column about the game, which ran today. That reminds me, Amy was in earlier and told me she saw Larry Marson yesterday and he gave her a big grin and said hi. So, it looks like we�ve made another hockey friend. Yes! Sat., Nov. 17, 1979 ---- Watched THE GAME at Martha�s, and took pictures of everyone there. Took some out on High Street, too. The game was great, since we BEAT MICHIGAN, but I thought we could�ve played better. Chuck Hunter had a great TD catch, and Todd Bell�s fumble recovery for a TD was a good play, too. Amy and I hit High Street as soon as the game was over, and it seemed everyone else had the same idea. Within a few minutes the street was full of people celebrating. Keith Yeazel let us into PJ�s, where we watched the crowd from the balcony window for a while. Then we danced to "Sloopy" downstairs, and everyone in the place was holding hands. Back outside, there were cars jammed full of people, and a COTA bus had a big group of people sitting on the roof! Took a photo of Ellie [Jim Ellinghausen, a basketball player who lived in our dorm two years earlier]. While talking with Pat Manning and Doug Paplaczyk, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I didn�t recognize him, so when he asked me where I�d been all his life, I just turned my back to him. He wouldn�t leave me alone, though. He poured beer on my head, saying he had to get my attention somehow! I tried to walk away but he grabbed my arm and asked my name and how he could reach me, and that he knew Pat. I said then he could ask Pat how to reach me, and left it at that. He said his name was Tom Flanagan and that he was 27 years old. That had to be one of the weirdest experiences I�ve ever had! |
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Thu., Jan. 3, 1980 ==== Dad was going to drive me and Amy back to school today, but she cancelled. It snowed quite a bit and her mom was afraid to drive through it to meet us. So after we took Marty [my brother] to Cleveland Hopkins to catch his flight back to Ft. Riley (Kansas), I got dumped at the Greyhound Station to ride the bus back to school. It turned out to be not so awful. I made a comment to a guy as he came down the aisle toward where I was already sitting, about his Dennison Swimming shirt, so he sat by me and we had a nice chat. It sure helped pass the time. Mon. Jan. 7, 1980 ==== The only class I had today was History 630, early English history. It seems like it will be pretty good. I did production today from 3-5. [That was the part of the newspaper process that involved adding codes and things to the news stories on the computer so that they printed out in newspaper style. But the printers weren't in our building and there was no networking between buildings yet, so we first made a special copy called "paper tape" - a narrow strip of yellow paper with holes punched in it that were carried over to the print shop where they ran the tape through their computers.] Loren Hosack and Steve Reynolds are in the group that I oversee. They're pretty cool. Thu. Jan. 10, 1980 ====. Helped Mark Hummer [that quarter's sports editor] all afternoon, getting his sports copy out. I put in about 3 hours today. I don't believe how much he lets me do (unless he's just trying to avoid doing it himself). I edit copy and even write heds. A lot of times I make suggestions and he almost always agrees that I'm right. That makes me feel pretty good. When I was sitting around later, he came over and thanked me for all my help. The basketball team beat Iowa, 77-71. That makes us 10-1 now. All right! Sun. Jan. 13, 1980 ==== Mark called and asked me to help out today, so I went to the newsroom at noon. I didn't finish until 2 and had decided I'd skip going to the wrestling match but Mark asked me to take a message to Dave Priddy, who was covering the match. Mark even gave me a press pass so I could get in free. It's good at all sporting events except basketball, football, hockey and special events. When I got to St. John [Arena], Dave was nowhere in sight but Craig Stone, who is a photographer this quarter, was. Also saw Brian Ford [his dad was the wrestling coach], and talked to him. When Dave finally came in, I went to sit with him. I almost forgot to leave in time to do evening production. Tue., Jan. 15, 1980 ==== Helped Mark from 11:30 -1 yesterday and got done just in time to sit slot. Helped Mark from 1:30-4 today, and boy, did I do a lot. He had me completely rewrite the features on Nate Sims and Kent Bruggeman when I suggested some corrections. Both stories were poorly organized. I'm getting to like Mark pretty well, considering my bad first impression of him. He's ever so polite and always thanks me profusely for helping him. He makes me feel like he couldn't do without me. Which is a pretty nice feeling. I don't want to like him too much, though. I don't think a newsroom romance would be a good idea. Of course, that probably isn't even a possibility on his part, anyway. He hasn't shown any signs of liking me as more than a friend. It's all for the best, I think. Thu., Jan. 24, 1980 ==== While I helped Mark from 2-4, Char visited Elaine Cail, then met me at the J-school. [My sister came down to visit for a few days.] She and I went to Kitty's Longbranch Saloon tonight and she really liked it. They have a bluegrass band there that's a lot of fun. I talked to Dick Allen [the owner of Kitty's and a few other bars; rumor was that he was a millionaire]. He let us right in without making us pay cover or carding us. He's been really nice. I introduced Char to him and he was pleased when she told him how much she liked the place. Went downstairs to Oar House and almost didn't get in because Char didn't have any ID, but I got Roger [an employee] to let us in. Karla Rinto and Jodie Shagrin were there, so at least Char knew someone to talk to. Stu Davis was there with Rick Smith [basketball player] and Carl Reed [wrestler]. I hadn't seen Stu in ages. He looked great. Char talked to Rick and I introduced her to Carl. I had forgotten she met him at my room last year when he and I were studying for poli sci. Mon., Feb. 4, 1980 ==== Slot went pretty well today. There wasn't much to do and I like the people on this shift. Loren Hosack's a doll, Eric Ernst and Steve Reynolds are fun. Eric's always early and is the last to leave. He really works hard. Wed., Feb. 20, 1980 ==== I helped on production as long as I could before my interview for sports editor. The interviews were running late, as usual, and Terry Trimper was still sitting in the hall waiting for her turn when I got there. It's pretty humbling to sit on that chair in the middle of the hall across from the conference room. Everyone who passes by knows why you're there. And probably pities you! At least there wasn't much traffic by there at that time of day, since classes were mostly over. I was surprised that Terry said she was trying for sports too. She's a campus reporter so I thought she'd go for campus desk. I got a little worried, but calmed down by thinking that Sherri Blank would be pulling for me. She's the one who convinced me to try out again for sports, telling me that I'd done so much for Mark that no one else could have as much experience. And she was chosen to be editor-in-chief, so she'd be sitting in on the interviews. She did pull for me! She asked several questions to which she already knew the answers, just to show the pub board what I'd been doing. Also, I was able to talk at length with Schulte about the problem with ineligible swimmers. His 202 student, Mike Ryan [not the same Mike Ryan who was on the diving team], covers the swim team, so Schulte heard about the problem from him. I think a few other things I said impressed them, too. After my interview, I helped finish production and talked to Sally Romoser. I think she was more excited than I. I went home and changed and relaxed a while, and then went back to the newsroom at 7:30 for something I'd left there. I didn't expect the interview results to be posted so soon, so I didn't even look at the newsroom door [where they post them] when I went in. Then Marty Friedman congratulated me, so I knew they had been posted. Somehow it was nice hearing it from him first. I acted nonchalant, not wanting to let on that I hadn't looked at the door, but after I got out of the J-school I wanted to yell to the world, "I got it!" I could hardly contain myself, and I must've been grinning from ear to ear. This has got to be the happiest day of my life! (Where you see "L*****", I've used that in place of the name of a "friend" who I mention several times in an unflattering way, and don't want to cause any trouble for her. Sort of a "name changed to protect the innocent" deal, except she wasn't innocent. I've tried not to mention her at all because "if you can't say something nice...." but sometimes I just had to include her.) Fri., Feb. 22, 1980 ==== The best part of tonight's hockey game had nothing to do with our game, but the announcement that the U.S. Olympic hockey team had beaten Russia, 4-3! They had been losing but pulled it out. The crowd went nuts. Our game was good, too. Joner chalked up his second shutout of the season, and Tom Scanlon had a hat trick. Went to PJ's and Cliff was there! L**** saw him first and ran to tell me. We dashed into the kitchen to see him, and I felt really good because he went right past her and gave me a hug first! Ooh, L**** was mad over it! Hey, it's not like I made him do that! Oar House was like an athletic convention tonight - football players, hockey players, swimmers, you name it, were there. Andy Stover [football] said he went to high school with Carl Reed, who I also talked to. As I was going out the door to go home, Reggie Rose was at the door giving someone a hard time. It was Brett, the baseball player I met two weeks ago. He even remembered my name. I tried to convince Reggie to let Brett in, but he wouldn't do it. Then, Tom Blinco [football player] who was working the Kitty's side of the door [the entrances to the two bars were adjacent], said something, so I went over and talked to him. Also talked to Brett some more, and then the lights came on. Tim had been working upstairs but came into Oar House and sat down and pulled me onto his lap to talk a minute. When I got up to leave, the front door was locked, so I had to go out the back way. On my way through the bar, I saw Paul Williams, who used to work in the commons. He said he was trying to get a job at Oar House, and we talked a few more minutes. I was the last customer to leave. I was picking my way through the mud puddles in the dark parking lot when I realized two other people were out there - Reggie Rose and Tom Blinco, going out to their cars. Tom offered me a ride home, so of course Reggie had to yell out, "You'd be safer going home with a single guy. Let me take you." Darn!!! So Tom is married. Oh well, I rode with him anyway - and he was a gentleman. It's such a disappointment that he is married, though. I think I could really have gone for him. Thu., Mar. 6, 1980 ==== Went to Sports Information office today to introduce myself as the new sports editor. Met Steve Snapp, Steph Blackwood, DC Koehl, Phyllis Bailey and Jim Jones. Steph and Phyllis were so excited about having a female sports editor. Everybody there seems pretty nice. I sat slot for Sue Prentiss today and was exhausted by the time I finished. Mark Fisher was sitting on the ME [managing editor's] desk and as I headed for the VDT room I stopped to say hi. He agreed that I looked tired, and put his arm around me while we talked. Mr. Wilson [the faculty advisor to the newspaper staff] walked by and looked at us funny. I hung out in the kitchen at PJ's tonight and met a new employee named Duffy. I was leaning on the counter by the steak grill when he came in from a delivery, walked right up and put his arm around me and asked who I was. He was too affectionate (probably too drunk) for me, and I ended up having to push him away. Fri., Mar. 7, 1980 ==== The hockey game was very disappointing. It's the playoffs and we tied Ferris State, 4-4. I can't believe how badly we played. Terry Trimper was at the game too, and we talked after it. I feel better about going to games alone, since finding out she was doing the same thing. Went back home for a while, then to High Street with L*****. Duffy told her she looked like a million dollars, no three and a half million. Then he said I looked like two million. Thanks for nothing! But Tom Blinco cheered me up over at Oar House. L***** had forgotten her ID and he wouldn't let her in. He said he knew me, but not her. He must've seen us together dozens of times, but he either really didn't recognize her or was being stubborn. Most of the time, people remember L***** but not me, so I liked that. Fri., Mar. 13, 1980 ==== Had our first "mandatory meeting" for the full spring quarter staff today. It's the second time now that I've been able to stand in front of that big group of reporters, copyeditors and photographers to say my thing. I met with my reporters after the general meeting, except several didn't show up. (What kind of journalists can they be if they don't understand the meaning of the word MANDATORY???) I got addresses and phone numbers from those who came, answered some questions, and told them what I expect of them. I like being in charge, for a change! Wed., Mar. 26, 1980 ==== All the reporters were supposed to start working today, but of mine, only Mary Ormsby, Sue Haidle and Dave Fultz showed up. I got there at 11 and stayed til 4. Marty Brian [don't know what her official title was - prof or whatever, but she was a journalism teacher] came in to tell me about an Athletic Council meeting the she believes will be interesting (she's on the council). When I stopped in at Sports Info later, I asked Steph if anyone could go to the meeting. She asked Jim Jones, who said yes, but she confided to me that she thought he didn't really want us there. Well, that made it sound extra interesting. I decided I'd send a reporter, as well as go myself. I ran to L*****'s [it was still spring break and the dorms were closed so I was staying with L*****. Well, there was nowhere else]. I told her where I was going and she acted all disgusted and said, "There you go again, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong." She insisted we were being sensationalist journalists who would be butting in. What the heck did she know about it, anyway? The meeting turned out to be quite interesting, and nothing secret or scandalous. So much for L*****'s worries. Most of the debate was about starting a women's Big Ten conference and whether it should be under the same administration as the men's. Sue Haidle went with me and we thought this made a good story, so she's writing it up. Sun., Mar. 30, 1980 ==== We did it! We got our first paper out. At least, we got the production done. The paper itself won't be out til tomorrow morning. What a chore I had for the first day's effort. I took three pages, but did okay with them. Thank goodness I had experience at print shop, so that was no problem. Poor Lance, who has arts this quarter, had trouble, though. It took him a long time to do his layout. Not that I blame him. I had experience doing layouts for Mark, and yet when I got my dummy sheets [mini sheets showing where all the ads would run - whatever space was left was available for the news] today I nearly panicked. But I pulled myself together and got done with a minimum of trouble. Sat., Apr. 12, 1980 ==== This was one of the most fun days I ever had. Mark Hummer and I went to Cincinnati for that Reds game to which they had invited a bunch of college sports editors from all around the area. We really enjoyed it. The only problem was Hummer, in a way. Back when he invited me to this, I was thrilled at the chance to go. Now I realize that, although he was the sports editor when the invitation came, I'm the current sports editor, and that invitation really should have been mine in the first place. I should have been able to choose who I wanted to go with me! I can't be too upset, though, because if it wasn't for Hummer, I might not have been able to go at all, since I don't have a car. But, back to the rest of the day. It rained all morning and we were afraid the game would be cancelled, but Mark thought we should head out anyway. Just as we arrived in Cincy, the rain stopped. We got to the stadium at 12:30, found the press gate, picked up our tickets, and got directions to the meeting room. Once there, they gave us a plastic portfolio full of press guides and stuff. We found seats, and things got going. Marty Brennaman, the Reds' radio announcer, and Ray Buck, their Enquirer reporter, spoke to the group about covering pro sports. Then we were allowed to interview players Dave Collins and Frank Pastore, press conference-style. After the questions, each of us got his picture taken shaking hands with the players. When my turn came, Collins and Pastore both looked at my name tag and said, "Ohio State! All right!" Oh, that made me proud! Then it was game time, so we went out to our seats - front row on the third base side. To our surprise, just after the game started, they put our names up on the scoreboard like this: "A warm Reds welcome to the area college sports editors with us for today's game: Christine Mines and Mark Hummer Ohio State University" That was great! Hummer took a photo of it when our names were up. I'm glad that when we signed in, I put my name first, since I AM the current sports editor. I also put my full name, Christine, so no one would mistake Chris for Christopher. Some of the girls there were girlfriends of sports editors, and I didn't want to be mistaken for a girlfriend, either. Besides the great seats, weather and other good stuff so far, it was a great game. The Reds came from behind to win at the end. I'm not a Reds fan, but had to admit it was exciting. When the game ended, we went back to the meeting room and were served dinner. It wasn't the greatest meal, but it was okay. We sat with editors from Indiana and Indiana State. They asked about Woody Hayes and Eldon Miller, and we asked about Bobby Knight. We had an interesting conversation. Dick Wagner [owner of the Reds back then] came around and shook hands with each of us. Across the hall was a room where we could pick up our photos, which they had already printed and put in an envelope. They also gave us a big hardback book of the history of the National League. From there, those who were interested and had time, were taken on a tour of the stadium. As we started on that, two guys from Kentucky saw my name tag and asked if I know Stephanie Hightower. I said not personally, but I certainly knew OF her. [She was one of the great ones in college track.] One of them said he was her cousin. Basically, the tour consisted of a trip to the press box and a look at the field. I had to laugh when some of the kids touched the astroturf. They had never seen it before! Then we were escorted to the front doors, through the main office area and past the trophy cases. What a great time! It was really neat to be able to talk to other college journalists and learn how they do things. It's too bad we don't have more chances to get together. Thu., Apr. 17, 1980 ==== The C-J [Columbus newspaper] ran a story this morning about our coverage of Phyllis Bailey and the women coaches. Bailey said we misquoted her and that Mary never wrote down a word when they talked. We ran our own story two days ago. If we misquoted her, why didn't she complain to us? She hasn't called us yet. I stand by Mary 100%, and so does Sherri. The C-J called us last night and we told them that. Terry and I went to Rathskeller for dinner with Mike Ryan. My copyeditor, that is, not the diver. Sue Maney was really tired tonight and asked me to do the driving (her car) when we went to printshop. We went to Big Bear [grocery store] afterwards, and I guess Sue had second wind by then. It's a good thing I drove her car, though, because we couldn't even trust her behind the wheel of a shopping cart! She just goes crazy in public. She keeps Lance and me in stitches all the time. Wed., Apr 23, 1980 ==== Had 2 of 14 pages today. Lance took me to Hopkins Hall to see an interesting art exhibit there. An art student decorated the gallery to look like the interior of a Victorian home - it was incredibly elaborate - and wrote a mystery story that takes place in the home. By reading the story and going carefully through the house, you're supposed to be able to solve the murder case. How ingenious! Harriett Pannel, Sheila and I went to the gymnastics luncheon. It wsa rather plain - just tables in the hall at St. John. We ate with the gymnasts, then Harriet and I talked to Bart Conner [Olympic gold medal winner] for about 30 minutes. He was nice and very well-spoken, obviously used to talking to the press. I was a little in awe, sitting there with one of the best-known athletes in the world right now. He said Kurt Thomas hurt his back and won't be here. Then we watched warm-ups for a while and talked to a doll named Peter Vidmar. I had heard the name before. He's a freshman at UCLA. |