By Joel Thurtell
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Oh boy. Have I got trouble.
The staff at joelontheroad.com is up in arms. Absolutely PO’ed. Nobody’s writing articles. They’re all griping about me.
Luke Warm, my roving reporter, is boiling mad, and that’s not like Luke Warm.
Ira Turnbuckle, my sailing writer, is, well, irate.
Buster Docket was supposed to cover Circuit Court, but he’s so miffed I can’t get him away from the coffee machine. Besides, with the Wayne County Circuit Court file room closed till further notice, there’s not much for him to do.
Melanie Munch, my food writer, is so mad she’s stopped bringing Krispy Kremes to our morning meetings. How can we have a news meeting without junk food?
Mark Epiphany, my religion writer, has stopped praying for the future of newspapers.
Pete Pizzicato says he’s not going to write his music columns. (Don’t tell him, but frankly, I’m glad. Music criticism is one of the biggest regions of unexplored nonsense in today’s world of Journalism).
All because I said they’d have to work a bit harder now that joelontheroad.com is going to publish seven days a week.
That’s right — the big step. We have to do this. No gong back. If the Detroit Free Press, a seven-days-a-week paper since the mid-19th century, suddenly drops to twice-weekly publication like any old suburban paper, the state will be in deep you know what.
Shit.
Somebody has to step up to the plate and provide seven-day-a-week news, entertainment, commentary with a touch of nonsense. If not the Free Press, then joelontheroad.
Just because I don’t pay them, my writers think they have a beef.
Come on, folks, this is the Blogospohere!
Excuse me. I have to meet with my staff.
Drop me a line at joelthurtell(at)gmail.com
