Niagara Gazette — It may be the latest in our harbingers of phony springs, but the temperature stayed more-or-less above the point of freezing this week, baseball season began and I saw my first returning bird (I think it was a robin), my first motorcycle (I think it was a Harley) and my first top-down convertible, a drop-top Volkswagen of some sort. Optimism, of the sort reserved for spring, abounds.
As others observed several days ago, cranes (the construction kind) can be observed dotting downtown Buffalo, and Erie County’s population rose, by about 900, for the first time in generations. Optimism flies in the air like a nymph, but only at street level. A good feeling about this place is spreading, but you can only appreciate it in person.
When journalism takes itself away from its remarkable capability to report a story about an aircraft missing for three weeks with no facts behind it, only speculation, it turns to – what? Optimism? No, just the old names.
Ralph Wilson. Jim Kelly. Ted Nolan. Donald Trump and something about maybe purchasing the Buffalo Bills. The next Tim Hortons to open.
I wish Mr. Kelly all the best on his way back to 100 percent. I wish journalism would get its collective head screwed on straight.
An old joke about the news business was that it is all the same stuff, happening to different people. I watch perhaps more television news than is good for me, but it has become as vapid as the programming it offers between newscasts at 6 and 10 or 11 (or later, if there is a basketball game on).
Channel 2 News insists I watch its real newscast on the Internet; what’s on the air is merely the prelude. Each channel’s news broadcast invites viewers to send in photos of what passes for news; thus do those who watch the news make the news, and they could go straight to Instagram or other websites and cut out the television stations entirely. Presenting the news was once the province of 2, 4 and 7; perhaps they are admitting the untrained news watcher with a camera can do it better.