Radio Free Montone
As for me, after watching the south tower of the World Trade Center vaporize, I am rarely “shocked.” But the story called “Young Shooter” did the trick.
As I navigated my boat, the MOJO, across Great Bay in South Jersey last week I came upon one giant relic and maybe another bigger one.
I spend a great deal of time in Barnegat Bay kayaking, canoeing, boating and swimming. If it dies, a part of me will die with it. And I won’t be alone.
I couldn’t have done it without Toni-Roni, Raji, Mohamed and Mike.
Sides have been chosen and that is as regrettable as it was predictable.
Had I been reporting the story, I would not have mentioned his name there — by denying him what he craved most. In fact, when I returned to work Wednesday morning I took to referring to the cold-blooded cop killer as the THUG.
The rooms are almost barren but for boxes of our belongings. No pictures on the walls, no family photo albums on the coffee table.
So many people are in the know these days.
Give us 22 minutes and we’ll give you the world — anywhere you are!
I’ll take Pumpkin over California Chrome any day.
It was a slow news day, during a slow news month and we needed a story with legs. Well, we got what we were wishing for.
Sea Bright is beautiful. But how long will Sea Bright even be?
My immediate reaction was, “Who cares?” That is a legitimate question when deciding what stories to cover and which ones to ignore on any given day. I did not care…but plenty of people did.
New York is now a cycling city.
“In the midst of life, we are in death.”