So... Smithers

No, I don't hate Smithers.

I've been asked if that was what was meant by the title of my last blog entry there: Change is bad, and now for some change.

But no, Smithers is so far just fine.

It seems like a nice little town.

Housing has been a bit of a problem. Smithers is a mining town in the middle of a boom, so there's not much available out there. In fact, that was what my first article for the paper was about.

Anyhow, right now I'm renting a room from a very nice lady named Joan. Joan has three little, yappy chiuahua-type dogs. She works at the local local hospital and is very mellow in that perma-fried former hippy kind of way. I'm renting this room week by week, and plan to move into my fellow reporter Quinn's place when he vacates it sometime next month.

And with that, on to my job.

Right now, the paper's writing staff consists of myself and Quinn. Next week, a new sports reporter from Montreal starts. I've been told I'm the first reporter to not start on the sports beat, a fact I am thankful for.

Once this new guy starts, the paper will be up to full staff (three). Quinn is planning on leaving us for the bright lights of Vancouver sometime next month, whereupon, I suppose, we will be back down to two --- although Todd, the publisher/editor tells me he has a stack of applications on his desk.

Nothing terribly interesting to relate right now. I'm in the process of knitting a hat, bought with yarn from the store nextdoor to the paper, but that's about it.

Oh, and if you want to check out the paper, here's a link: interior-news.com