By ZACH MCNULTY
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do as a journalist was report the plane crash on Sunday, July 16, that claimed the life of Atchison resident Bethany Root.
If you told eighth-grade Zach that he’d be signed up to run a half marathon in 2017, he’d laugh right in your face. And yet, here he is, however many years later, earnestly preparing for a 13.1-mile race.
I’ve lived the last year of my life convinced that I was maliciously lied to by a stranger who I met on a trail in the river bluffs last New Year’s Day. Some of you might remember that story: It was almost dark on New Year’s Day 2016 when I convinced myself I was lost on some rogue trail in …
Recently, over the course of several months, I’d been telling folks that I hadn’t smoked a cigarette in “six months.” Eventually, I knew what I was saying was inaccurate, but I’d lost track of exactly how long it had been since I smoked.
At the end of business hours on Election Day, Globe editor Adam Gardner polled the office. “Who will win the presidential election,” he asked. As he walked by each of our desks for a “vote,” the office came to a unanimous consensus: Hillary Clinton would be president-elect Wednesday.
Between relocations for jobs, a birth and age in general, the dynamics of how my family celebrates birthdays and holidays has changed so much since I was a little kid that we’ve had to start tinkering with Christmas, again.
When my landlord, Roger Caudle, asked me Monday had I heard they were banning shredded cheese in America, I returned a raised eyebrow, not exactly unconvinced. I mean, I’ve heard rumors about wood pulp, in the form of cellulose, added to shredded cheese products as filler.
It feels risky saying to a deputy sheriff, “I’d like to shoot you over here,” but that was my Friday, when I offered free photo shoots to law enforcement officers and their families at First Friday.