Burnt Popcorn

Most days my job at the station ranks as the most boring job on the planet. Probably the galaxy. But some days I get really funny phone calls. Yesterday this man called and the conversation was the following:
(please read with a Tennessee good ole boy accent)
"Hey! I was the guy that got stabbed earlier today and ya'll's news was sayin' that I wasn't gonna press charges, but I am going to press charges! The police won't let me press charges, but I'm tryin and ya'll's news....."

He was stabbed and he was calling the news station!!!!! WHAT?!?!? Shouldn't he be in the hospital? Shouldn't he be calling his doctor? Good grief. Don't call me! I do wish I had asked him why he had gotten stabbed and what had prompted the person to carry through with said stabbing. And more interesting, stabbed with.... what? A pencil?

Something else interesting.... I got an email yesterday from a principal at an international school in Uganda, East Africa offering me an English teaching job! I mean, it wasn't a real "offer" per se, but she wanted to see if I would/could do it. How cool is that?! Although that is my dream opportunity, the only minor details are that Uganda is not safe what with all the political instablity, rebel warfare, displacement, economic crises, etc. and that I wouldn't/couldn't leave Jack... unless he wanted to go to Uganda too. I could probably call my best friend Nicole C. Mullen and ask her what she thought about Uganda. (Jode and I rode first class with her from Nairobi to Washington when she left Uganda... not really about the first class, but we were on the same plane.)
Nicole ----->
Jodie and I really do have pics with her and we really did have a conversation with her and she really is cool and we really did talk about her for 2 hours after we met her.

Your thoughts on the stabbing and Uganda are welcome. The station smells like burnt popcorn. They probably got distracted by the guy who was stabbed.