by Shirley Bahlmann
It's curious how things work out. For the last couple of years, my husband, Bob, has aspired to work as Sports Editor for the local newspaper. He's talked with the owner about possibilities, and she's always lamented that, although she'd love to have him on staff, money has been a problem.
Yesterday, she left a cryptic message on our answering machine. "Bob, I need to talk to you about a couple of things, One is a story idea, and the other thing is bigger. Call me back."
When Bob finally got hold of her, she revealed that her current sports editor was caught breaking into the newspaper office to steal money. When the police tested him for drugs, he was positive for meth, and had ecstasy in his possession. Since he no longer works for the newspaper, Bob was hired on the spot.
Life can be more surprising than novels. But that's where writers get their ideas, don't you know?
Boo! (You weren't expecting that, were you?)