There is a weekly section in the paper called “Homes” that showcases area abodes that are particularly unique or opulent. It’s not a section we cheer about, but my assignment today was a great exception. When your story subject lands a helicopter in her backyard just to rush home to meet with a photographer and reporter, that’s something. A macabre scene of an airplane sticking out of her garage’s roof, with tail mangled and angled skyward, basically restored my faith in humanity. It takes a very special person to calmly accept such a prank from friends.
Tonight, a house fire in East Peoria pitted myself and fellow photog Ron Johnson in a high-stakes race as we threaded through winding roads en route from separate locations. Ron won, by a hair. Think “Amazing Race” meets “I’m late for an important meeting on global warming.” That exciting.
