Sad coda to yesterday's blog entry
Wednesday, October 16, 2019
A few hours after contemplating my mortality, as described yesterday, I was in my car, with the radio tuned to the local NPR station (it's either that, at 91.7, or sports radio at 97.1 on the dial, I rarely listen to radio stations playing music any more) and there a local story about a kid who suffered an asthma attack and was rendered brain dead as a result being taken off life support at a nearby hospital. Kind of an eerie coincidence, seeing as how I specifically cited my own childhood asthma (still present in less severe form as an adult) as a trigger for how I'd fear checking out. Just going to chalk it up to the proximity to Halloween and move on, but not before sparing a thought for Bobby Reyes' family.
That does trigger another thought about how local news is something I feel mostly disconnected from. Back in the day, I'd watch the local Detroit newscasts, and would hear about the larger stories from Ann Arbor and Ypsilanti, just outside the Detroit Metro area. As a kid, I'd read newspapers, and see the local issues presented and feel like I had a clue of what was going on in my community. But now? My internet usage is largely geared towards politics, and whatever big national stories I come across on Twitter and Facebook. I've never really managed to plug back into the local community in a truly meaningful way (beyond volunteering for the Heritage Festival, I suppose) since I came back to Michigan, now 7 years ago. Whether that was because early on, I was travelling for work more regularly, or whatever, I feel that lack of connection acutely on occasion, like in the Reyes case, where he suffered the asthma attack on September 21st, and I only heard about the fight to keep him on life support on October 15th, as it ended.
I mean, it's on me to search out those local news sources, to have a clue about what's going on in my community. But some of the structures that used to make that more readily available, like a daily newspaper, have long fallen by the wayside.
(Random side note triggered by my use of that last word in the preceding paragraph: there used to be a movie theater about a block away from where I grew up called the Wayside Theater...sadly, that too long ago fell by the wayside.)