One grade-schooler reporter for a national daily joined us one morning two weeks ago for dragon boat practice. Her feature came out in the kiddie section in today’s issue. I craned my neck trying to look at our pictures splattered across the pages as we huddled to read the short article about our training routine.
“What does she say about us?” I asked nobody in particular, expecting to elicit a response from anybody who heard me.
“Huh?” Obviously no one bothered to read it, they just want to look at the pictures.
I took the newspaper and immediately after reading the first line, I blurted out, “You don’t write like this. You don’t say, “I was assigned to do a report on dragon boating” because it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”
Almost in unison, some of the girls chorused, “Ron, hello? She’s still in sixth grade!”
I didn’t mind being taken to task for criticizing the work of a child, because as any doctor would agree, if there’s cancer, it is best to treat it as early as possible.
Right?
Ooohh, I’m sooo bad. Put a sock in it, will ya? I’m kidding, of course.
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