Crushed recorder, humbled reporter

Published 10:11 pm Wednesday, October 8, 2008

By By MaryClaire
One of the many things this job is teaching me is humility. I wrote last week about my misspelling and it seems that the mistakes and goofs are never ending. Of course, I never expect to be perfect, but I would like to feel less embarrassed more often.
Take my recent trip to the lumberyard with David Swift of Swift Lumber. There I was traipsing through the mud and trying to mind the bulldozers in heels and a dress, and I made a mental note right there to invest in some good boots.
After finishing with the photographs, I got back in the truck and as we began to drive off, David asks me if that’s my notebook on the hood of his truck. “Oh crap,” I thought. “My recorder is up there too.”
David kindly stopped his truck to allow me to grab my notebook, and I said a quick prayer that my notebook had sprouted arms and held on for dear life and was still on the hood. After realizing the recorder was gone, I admitted to David it had been on the hood too.
After searching for a minute, David kindly reminded me there were bulldozers trying to get through, and I might need to get back in so we could move the truck.
Then David pulled the truck to the side and he and I were out running around in the mud looking for my recorder. I eventually found it, and of course it was flattened, but luckily it still played the interview we finished. I don’t know what I would have done if it didn’t work, probably just pretended like it did and left with my head hanging.
If that doesn’t kill all sense of being professional I don’t know what does. Nevertheless, I was extremely grateful to David for helping me look and not laughing to my face.
This previous weekend marked my fourth wedding to be in and this coming weekend will make my fifth. I’ll be honest, I love weddings whether I am in them or attending them. I always have but I am beginning to feel a bit like Katherine Heigl in 27 Dresses. Fortunately though, that will be the last wedding for the foreseeable future, and I will finally have a weekend to stay in Atmore. I have only had one weekend in Atmore since I moved here and none in my new place, which is slowly but surely coming together.
Never did I think I would crave repetition, but I really look forward to attending church here and getting into a routine that is not constantly leading me up and down the highways.
My next step is enticing my friends and family to come visit. With Williams Station Day coming up, I am sure this won’t be too difficult.
Who knows, maybe Atmore’s charm will rub off on them too and they will relocate.
MaryClaire Foster is news editor for the Atmore Advance. She can be reached at 368-2123 or via email at

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