How many muscles are there?

Another atrophied muscle was put to work today. The news-writing muscle I left behind a while ago.

My former newspaper (the one I look back upon fondly, the one where I met dear Heather... you're still here right?) called and asked me to string a story for them. Mind you, this was not a highly lucrative endeavor, but one I took on nonetheless.

So I found myself in Supreme Court in Philadelphia today listening to a open records argument brought about by said newspaper. I found myself shaking my head at how little most folks know about what the news media does and the differences between a reputable one and one that airs cell phone video of Britney Spears' underwear.

It didn't take too long to write the actual story. And it was almost fun. I say almost because I had to get up hella early (for me) and sit in the courtroom and listen to some franchise fight, etc. before the good stuff. Though it was fun to see a lawyer publicly censured.

OK, maybe I do have a little trainwreck watcher in me after all.