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Bob Ball

Published Letters: 4     Editor's Choice: 1

  • Similar worry, but the right field

    [Read the article: I love journalism but I hate asking uncomfortable questions]
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    Early in my suburban paper reporting career, I don't recall being afraid to ask intrusive questions. But the longer I stayed in the field, the more I disliked invading privacy, and I probably did hold back a little bit.

    But mostly I didn't, and at my best I think I used the intrusive questions to get at motivation, to make both sides in a controversy more or less comprehensible to a reader. And I hated to be lied to.

    I went to the paper at 26, just out of college->army->college, and stayed at the same paper for 30 out of the next 34 years, with time out for Peace Corps and municipal PR. Mostly reported, did some copy editing and spent the last 15 years doubling as computer systems person.

    Nearing 70, in retirement and now halfway across the state, I write columns for the paper, and freelance for a small town daily.

    Tonight, I stopped by a home in a rural village to ask a guy about his side in a controversy, not quite wanting to make the stop and ask some unpleasant questions. I was pleasant and understanding and he talked easily. I don't know what kind of a story I've got, and that raises my deeper concern: delivering a good story.

    Not too many years before I retired, I floored my city editor, a younger guy, when I told him that every time I went out on a breaking story, I asked myself, "How the hell will I pull this one off?" With my age and experience, I didn't know? By the time I retired, I mostly got over that.

    It was, is, the best job I can imagine. I'll tell anybody that it was one job that rewarded me for everything I've ever learned, from math and science to ham radio, sociology and history, home ownership and personal relationships and living in a developing country. Everything I ever learned also made me a pretty good copy editor.

    Cary's advice is sound. But I'd guess that even in the entertainment field, a shy reporter may tire of the spin and hype, get pissed off and begin to challenge the spin and hype and his own shyness.

  • Make every photon count? How about making every watt count?

    [Read the article: The bike light that saved the world]
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    I've been frustrated in stores that display LED flashlights and brag about light output but don't have a working one to demonstrate it. I took a chance in a Sams Club and bought a 2-pack of flashlights, each with a single 3-watt LED. They're amazing! I use one to shine a light from my kitchen door 50 feet across the road to see if my paper's in its box. It illuminates my neighbor's pole barn 100 feet away. It uses 3 AAA batteries and claims a 20-hour life.

    LEDs are showing up in many more places than truck lighting, Christmas light strings and traffic signals: Ann Arbor MI is putting them in street lights.

    I'm waiting for the 3-watt LEDs to start showing up in under-cabinet lights for kitchen task lighting. I have 20 halogens over about 15 feet of countertops. 20x35 watts = 700 watts.

    LEDs should displace every halogen, incandescent and fluorescent, and ASAP. And for now I should replace my halogens with fluorescents.

  • She brought tears to my eyes

    [Read the article: Once upon a time, Dad went to war]
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    What a great story, beautifully told! I'm 70, male, served in a peacetime Army, 1958-61, and retain a sense of what military duty means. I don't like this war but respect all who have to fight it. I know this war is hell on spouses, but Buckholz puts a new light on it.

  • Philip Wylie did it before both

    [Read the article: The end of men]
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    Wylie wrote "The Disappearance" in 1951. At a moment in time, all human females vanish, leaving men behind. At the same moment, all human males vanish, leaving women behind. Wylie tracks both worlds, through the instant of disappearance, as unpiloted planes and buses crash, men and women making love realize they aren't, and through to the continuation of the cold war. The guys get it all wrong. The women get it right. At the end of a year or so, males and females are reunited. It was a good story for its time. I read it in college; don't know how well it would hold up 57 years later.

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