It’s the one day of year that I allow myself to cry. I can’t believe it’s been 3 years since you’ve left us. In some ways, it seems like longer. Yet, I have some vivid memories burned on my brain that it seems like just yesterday you were here joking around with me. I would…
You were the reason I liked to go to work…you were also the reason I left late most days. You were the reason I even remotely liked politics. I mostly got into it to debate you and intentionally pick the opposite viewpoint just to hear you rant. You were the reason I stayed in the…
I met Scott Harris 11 years ago, when I started at Central Florida News 13. I was hired as a news producer, and started working the night shift. The anchor at the time, Scott Harris. I didn’t know much about the man, but I knew what that I was scared of him. He was a…
Sometimes there are no words, only pictures.