Shame on me
I'm proud of many of the stories I wrote in my journalist days. I'm not proud of a few of them, too. So wouldn't you know that, thanks to the latest twists and turns in the Larry Mendte / Alycia Lane saga, one of the embarrassing pieces of writin' sits atop the top 100 most-read stories at the paper I used to work at. Why, you ask, am I embarrassed? Oh, just because these words appeared under my byline...
At last month's Philadelphia Home Show, dream rooms were designed for local-television figures and were displayed at the Convention Center. Dawn got together with Bonnie Richman of Karl's Furniture and dreamt up a room fit for her son. (We'd say Dawn and Larry did the dreaming, except hadn't the latter admitted the other day that "Dawn's been doing everything.")
There was a crib, toy box and dresser with a changing table custom-painted with boys and puppies to match the light, pastel upholstery of the glider and ottoman. On the back wall there were seven hand-painted letters that spelled out Michael's name.
It was, in a word, cute.
Well, I talked to Mendte the other day. Off the record, of course, since I'm not keeping a record these days. Suffice it to say, he was worried about the future, but still had some upbeat to him. But that was before the U.S. Attorney's press conference.