NORMAN — Summer schedules in the newsroom usually require some work.
Something about the thermometer’s rising makes journalist vacation days fly out the window. The bad thing about that is sometimes it’s hard to juggle what gets covered and what doesn’t.
Tuesday morning of last week, this very issue came up. Word got out sometime Monday that the demolition of Moore Medical Center would begin at 9 a.m. sharp on Tuesday. I looked around a busy newsroom and asked if anyone was interested in attending. But then something happened; I answered my own question. Yes, someone was interested in attending. Me.
I’ve mentioned in past columns that I live in Moore. Needless to say, the past month has been an emotional roller coaster. It’s still hard to drive by flattened neighborhoods. It’s still hard to think of those lives lost. It’s also still hard to think that all of this happened so fast and only a few weeks ago.
Usually journalists don’t like to show emotion, at least this one doesn’t, while they are covering an event. I’ve been in courtrooms before covering trials and have pinched myself so hard to not cry during testimonies of murder cases. An editor long ago told me that there’s no crying in journalism. Buck up and take it like a man, he’d tell me. But, on a very windy Tuesday morning, I threw that advice out of the window and, once again, I was pinching myself in an effort to turn off the waterworks.
I didn’t expect the demolition of a hospital to be this emotional. Usually, I prepare myself for stories that are going to be hard ones. But Tuesday morning, I didn’t think anything about it. I was going to get up that day, do my job and come back to the office like any other assignment. Boy, was I wrong.