Wow fall went by in a whirl. Here in the Southern Tier the lead up to Thanksgiving seems to be even busier than the lead up to Christmas.
I guess that's part of growing older, things do seem to move quickly.
I still have not gotten to a chicken and biscuit dinner, but I did enjoy the Choconut Center United Methodist Church harvest supper very much. I also really enjoyed meeting the women at the Holly Day Festival at Our Lady of Good Council in Endicott. Finally I had a really fun time at the Community Neighbors Connecting cookie swap in New Milford, PA.
I have reunited on facebook with folks I knew 10, 20, and even 40 years ago. Seeing how these people developed is remarkable and surprising. One former co-worker was always pretty but she has bloomed into a drop dead gorgeous model. I don't know how she did it, what she ate, or how she exercised, but I am beyond impressed, I am inspired. She is changing my idea of what it mean to age.
People ask me all the time how I like it here.
"Just fine," I answer. It's hard to wrap it all up in a sentence. I am no longer "new in town," so I now begin the real work of truly getting to know a place and people. Finding how you fit into a community takes time and effort.
I was really happy to get to go to Owego, if only for a public hearing. I am looking forward to a more substantial visit soon.
It is a quirky part of my nature, I get a child-like wave of delight just getting to see new places. My favorite part of reporting is the permission you get to speak to anyone. Even a truck stop on a snowy night can have it's charm. People never fail to surprise me.
I don't know a single news anchor who doesn't have a little bit of an ego. When I meet people who enjoy watching my newscasts it's the best feeling ever. Still, I can enjoy meeting people who don't own a television, or (gasp) watch the competition.
Finally I am very excited to start teaching a public speaking class at the American Civic Association on January 5th. I plan on taking my "media training" techniques and helping students there learn to enjoy expressing themselves. I was hoping for 4-8 students and ended up with 15!
So 2010 has been a year of epic change for me. Let's see what 2011 might bring.
Happy New Year!
Suzanne
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
In Living Colors
I have to say I am in love with the countryside right now. Everyday I drive to work, I feel like I am in a painting that keeps changing. This weekend my husband and I rode down to Montrose. What a beautiful town. We attended the Harvest Moon festival and had a really really fun time. We hope to come back soon.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Living La Quinta Loca
It's been a whirlwind month for me. I bid good bye to the hotel life and moved into my own place. I have to give a shout out to the folks at "the big Q" for taking good care of me. The staff always heard about how my day went, and let me munch on the occasional bowl of late-nite cereal.
Still as much fun as it was to live yards from a mall, I am loving life on the outside. It is a beautiful time of year, and I love driving to work and seeing the colors change. (I'm kind of a cliche factory today!)
I have gotten to attend/participate in a few local charity events. I was WOWED by the food at "Men Who Cook." There were four different soups I loved, including our stations cheese loaded creation. One political candidate had a fabulous sausage/tortellini soup, but the guys with the Denver Bronco's Steak Soup really blew me away.
I also volunteered at the YWCA canine companion walk for breast cancer. Very cute dogs for a great cause.
Finally, Blues on the Bridge was a nice treat my husband and I really enjoyed.
Building a life somewhere is always a process. I'll keep you posted.
Still as much fun as it was to live yards from a mall, I am loving life on the outside. It is a beautiful time of year, and I love driving to work and seeing the colors change. (I'm kind of a cliche factory today!)
I have gotten to attend/participate in a few local charity events. I was WOWED by the food at "Men Who Cook." There were four different soups I loved, including our stations cheese loaded creation. One political candidate had a fabulous sausage/tortellini soup, but the guys with the Denver Bronco's Steak Soup really blew me away.
I also volunteered at the YWCA canine companion walk for breast cancer. Very cute dogs for a great cause.
Finally, Blues on the Bridge was a nice treat my husband and I really enjoyed.
Building a life somewhere is always a process. I'll keep you posted.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
We're glad you're here
One of the sweetest things about being a new-to-town news anchor, is that if you are very lucky, viewers are actually happy about your arrival. It's only happened to me once before in Oshkosh, Wisconsin when a woman told me,"We are glad you chose our community."
That little comment kept me motivated through a lot of 3:15 AM wake-ups.
Yesterday I was at Staples shopping for an office chair that would help mitigate some of my shoulder issues. Test driving the same sorts of chairs were Ray and Fanny. While often it takes a year before a TV personality gets recognized, Fanny said,"You are the TV lady."
I think we helped each other, figuring out how the buttons and dials on the chairs worked. We wondered why so few office chairs, even the luxury models help you maintian good posture. Then as I walked away Fanny said, "Welcome to town, we are glad you are here."
Let's face it, in 2010 small market television is not always a bed of roses, but it's moments like meeting Ray and Fanny that make arriving so sweet.
I am glad they are here too.
That little comment kept me motivated through a lot of 3:15 AM wake-ups.
Yesterday I was at Staples shopping for an office chair that would help mitigate some of my shoulder issues. Test driving the same sorts of chairs were Ray and Fanny. While often it takes a year before a TV personality gets recognized, Fanny said,"You are the TV lady."
I think we helped each other, figuring out how the buttons and dials on the chairs worked. We wondered why so few office chairs, even the luxury models help you maintian good posture. Then as I walked away Fanny said, "Welcome to town, we are glad you are here."
Let's face it, in 2010 small market television is not always a bed of roses, but it's moments like meeting Ray and Fanny that make arriving so sweet.
I am glad they are here too.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Good Night Binghamton
What a week!
Learning your way around a new city is so exciting, go around any corner and you see something new. You meet people without any preconceptions, and since you don't have your circle of friends set yet, you are open to everyone.
I remember my first month in Maine, I met a group of women who went out to a bar every Wednesday night. There were cocktails with pretty colorful names. I'm not a big drinker, so it never became my regular routine, but it was fun to be included.
Well here in Binghamton, the people I seem to have the most in common with at the moment are railroad workers, or "Railroaders" as they are called. They too live in hotels and look for places to eat dinner after 11 P.M. I'm not sure I will spend every night hanging with railroad crews at Applebee's, (though they do have Weight Watchers entrees,) but when you are new in town it's fun to be open to everything.
The biggest adjustment at work, is that my new TV station does not use tape. Instead they use cameras with memory sticks and a server. This may sound like a minor change, but when you have spent your career logging tape, dubbing tape, changing tapes, and doing tape things, it's a shift. In some ways the medium is the message, and this is a subtly different medium. My brain just needs to catch up.
Finally, the first story I did was one of the most spiritually profound moments of my career. It was a profile of a Binghamton native who spent his career crisscrossing America and working as a news director at small market TV stations. Mark Carros was the sort of person every reporter needs in their first job. Part boss, part teacher, part wise uncle. Sadly he died at the age of 55 due to testicular cancer. He never got to be on TV in his home town, so I felt honored to give him the chance for a few minutes, albeit after his death.
Some families will tolerate media at an emotional event like this, but I have never had a family so happy to see a news crew at a memorial service. Some of his relatives were a little startled to see us there, but when they thought about it they smiled and said, "Mark would have loved this." It turned out his son is also a newsie who works in Iowa. We shared a few minutes talking about common colleagues, and his new wife who is....an anchor.
I think I was drawn to Mark's story because it really was the tale of so many of the best people my husband and I have worked with. Managers, producers, and reporters who worked hard and loved their communities, passing up the glitz of major markets, to give their all to a smaller town.
The lessons they teach propel many of their proteges to places in the spotlight. I know that I often think about the principles my mentors taught me when I was starting out, and I am glad they were able to see potential in my wobbly first steps as a reporter.
Not too long after I met my husband he said to me, "The good people in news have to stick together."
Last night at a funeral home in upstate New York that's just what happened.
Learning your way around a new city is so exciting, go around any corner and you see something new. You meet people without any preconceptions, and since you don't have your circle of friends set yet, you are open to everyone.
I remember my first month in Maine, I met a group of women who went out to a bar every Wednesday night. There were cocktails with pretty colorful names. I'm not a big drinker, so it never became my regular routine, but it was fun to be included.
Well here in Binghamton, the people I seem to have the most in common with at the moment are railroad workers, or "Railroaders" as they are called. They too live in hotels and look for places to eat dinner after 11 P.M. I'm not sure I will spend every night hanging with railroad crews at Applebee's, (though they do have Weight Watchers entrees,) but when you are new in town it's fun to be open to everything.
The biggest adjustment at work, is that my new TV station does not use tape. Instead they use cameras with memory sticks and a server. This may sound like a minor change, but when you have spent your career logging tape, dubbing tape, changing tapes, and doing tape things, it's a shift. In some ways the medium is the message, and this is a subtly different medium. My brain just needs to catch up.
Finally, the first story I did was one of the most spiritually profound moments of my career. It was a profile of a Binghamton native who spent his career crisscrossing America and working as a news director at small market TV stations. Mark Carros was the sort of person every reporter needs in their first job. Part boss, part teacher, part wise uncle. Sadly he died at the age of 55 due to testicular cancer. He never got to be on TV in his home town, so I felt honored to give him the chance for a few minutes, albeit after his death.
Some families will tolerate media at an emotional event like this, but I have never had a family so happy to see a news crew at a memorial service. Some of his relatives were a little startled to see us there, but when they thought about it they smiled and said, "Mark would have loved this." It turned out his son is also a newsie who works in Iowa. We shared a few minutes talking about common colleagues, and his new wife who is....an anchor.
I think I was drawn to Mark's story because it really was the tale of so many of the best people my husband and I have worked with. Managers, producers, and reporters who worked hard and loved their communities, passing up the glitz of major markets, to give their all to a smaller town.
The lessons they teach propel many of their proteges to places in the spotlight. I know that I often think about the principles my mentors taught me when I was starting out, and I am glad they were able to see potential in my wobbly first steps as a reporter.
Not too long after I met my husband he said to me, "The good people in news have to stick together."
Last night at a funeral home in upstate New York that's just what happened.
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