The Alpine Nemesis
Chapter One
I hate the term scoop. I don’t know its derivation in newspaper terms, but I hate it anyway. What I hate even more is having it done to me and The Alpine Advocate. But two months ago that’s what happened for the first time in my career as an editor and publisher.
Spencer Fleetwood, owner and operator of my nemesis, radio station KSKY, managed to scoop me on a story about a missing snowboarder on Mount Baldy. I’ve never liked Spence, as he calls himself, probably because he’s so full of himself. And, to be candid, because he’s provided the Advocate with the only serious competition I’ve ever faced. Furthermore, I think his radio station with its weak little signal and prepackaged DJs is just one step up from shouting through a megaphone on a soapbox in Old Mill Park.
But he beat me on the snowboarder story, and I’m still mad. It started with the “exclusive report” of the missing snowboarder. I’m still not certain how Spence got the so-called scoop, but it was probably from one of the park rangers. In the past, they’ve always come to me first with any breaking news. I ... read full excerpt from: The Alpine Nemesis ebook
