Down these mean streets
When you have the urge to write the hard-boiled lede -- that low-scudding-cloud lede, that despairing-crunch-of-gravel-underfoot lede, that down-these-mean-streets-a-writer-must-go lede -- try to make sure you don't leave the audience giggling:
A body's journey in the back of a hearse is grim but usually brief.
OK. Admittedly, I've never seen the journey from that exact perspective, but I've always gotten the impression that the body didn't have very strong feelings about it either way.
That was not the case, though, for Linda Walton.
And why not? Was her journey grim but unusually long, or typically brief but a barrel of laffs a minute?
A body's journey in the back of a hearse is grim but usually brief.
OK. Admittedly, I've never seen the journey from that exact perspective, but I've always gotten the impression that the body didn't have very strong feelings about it either way.
That was not the case, though, for Linda Walton.
And why not? Was her journey grim but unusually long, or typically brief but a barrel of laffs a minute?
posted by fev at 10:04 AM
1 Comments:
I read this story in the dead tree edition and rolled my eyes - but wait! The comments in the online edition made my day. It's not often that the fine folks of NC use a story about an abandoned body to bash the sports coverage at the N&O.
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