Oct. 15, 2013 — The murder of a Susanville man receives national coverage at 9 p.m. this Friday when Dateline NBC airs a two-hour special on the Wallin-Reed murder trial. Northeastern California news on the national stage — I can sympathize with the families whose stories will be blasted across the airwaves.
When my uncle, Boston Red Sox slugger Ted Williams, died in 2002 and two of his three children announced the Hall of Famer’s remains would be cryogenically preserved, that harsh, national spotlight landed right on me, and I am eternally grateful for the advice I received from Dave Moller, then the newspaper’s managing editor, who reminded me I could always decline to comment on what I felt was essentially a private, family matter.
Oct. 8, 2013 — Confession: I love junk food. If I was given the option between a well-balanced meal at a decent restaurant and greasy, cheese-loaded taco, I might be inclined to choose the heart attack in a shell.
Also, I love sugar. Candy rarely lasts long in my house, and I am a sucker for chocolate-dipped anything. Or fried anything. Or cheese.
Obviously I have many weaknesses when it comes to food.
However, as I enter my new adult life, I have wanted to change my ways. For the first time, I am solely responsible for feeding myself, and I am starting to realize that the different foods I consume make me feel better or worse. I do not have a meal plan to rely on if I get lazy, and I do not have my parents sitting in the adjoining room giving me condescending looks as I scarf down that fourth taco. I am now responsible for my health. Scary.