It's been an interesting evening. Captain Midnight was followed home by reporters, and I've had to turn them away from the door with a polite "No comment." (I've been tempted to just point to the sign and close the door.) For the last two weeks CM has been serving jury duty for a relatively high-profile case in our neck of the woods, and today they finished their deliberations and gave answers to the interrogatories.
At this point, I'm just overwhelmingly happy I didn't end up following my youthful dreams of becoming a journalist -- not just because traditional print journalism is a dying medium, but because the idea of knocking on people's doors and trying to get them to open up to the press? Kinda sucks, actually. I'd hate to put people in that position. I don't think I could do it without losing little pieces of my soul.
So... yeah. It would seem I have made the better choice, all unawares. Who knew?