I begrudgingly struggled to get my boots off and walk through the metal detector, on the other side I juggle getting my boots back on and gathering up my laptop, jacket and carry on bag - in the midst of me holding up the line my phone goes off.
I gather everything and reach my phone before it goes to voice mail, it's John O. my coworker. The gravelly voice says he's got bad news and pauses, then says the paper we write is closing.
I spent the rest of the day crying in airports. Now i'm home, kitten on my lap, glass of wine, and i'm gonna watch some lost.
So... anyone know of any openings for a rock journalist? Let me know.