what-a-circle-umstance

my assignment was to do a feature on the ennis art club.

i call up the woman in charge, her name will be Art Club Lady.

well, Art Club Lady's husband picked up and said she was not at home, but to try her at the golden circle senior's center.

what the hell is that?

so i look it up in the phone book, find the number, and give it a whirl.

line's busy.

oh well, i'll deal with it later.

i start to build a page instead.

ten minutes later, two beeps came across the scanner. that means fire department. or better yet, a bfd (big effing deal) in ennis.

"a vehicle ran into a building and hit a gas pipe, N 1700 Floyd St."

yours truly was dispatched to the scene.

sure enough, a honda van was crashed into the side of the building. i was almost positive it was going to be a toyota.

anyways.

the place is swarming with police and firemen, it's a slow day in ennis. but, i

walk up like i own the place. i tell myself this is a public street, i have the right to take photos. i won't be intimidated.

so that's what i do. i stroll up to the scene, camera blazing, then wave to a police officer. we meet in the middle and start chatting.

Mr. Cop: "van went over the curb, yatta yatta, turned off the gas line, yatta yatta, no one hurt, yatta yatta."

Corrie the Reporter: "what building is this anyways?"

Mr. Cop:"golden circle senior's center."

at the same time, i see a man and woman on the side of the road, talking frantically on their cell phones. they are the only lay people in sight.

Corrie the Reporter: "is that Art Club Lady?"

Mr. Cop: "yeah, it is, how did you know her name?"