Two Guys, A Frog And Some Cheese
what things belong
We talk a lot about what we should be giving people when they pick up the paper. What do they want? What do they need? How do we strike a balance between "news" and everything else?
There has already been some chatter in my office about the following story (linked below). It opens the door for a converstion. For some context, this ran in the Pasco Times, a regional section of the St. Petersburg Times, under a column-ish header called Night, with this footnote: "What happens between 5 p.m. and 9 a.m. is just as important as what happens between 9 a.m. and 5 p.m. and actually might say more about who we are and where we live. Night is based on that belief."
Read Kruse's story: Brian Utaski and Dave Epperson were drinking late the other night on the patio outside Buffalo Wild Wings Grill & Bar when they decided to try to feed fried cheese to a tree frog.
The frog was sitting on a small gray electrical box on the brick wall of the restaurant. It was green and brown with stripes on its sides and was maybe an inch long or just a little longer.
Brian, who's 25, pinched a small piece off a breaded cheese stick, dipped it in the marinara sauce and set it in front of the frog.
"Go ahead and eat it, my friend," Brian said.
The frog was quiet.
The frog seemed to consider the cheese.
The frog was very, very still.
"Maybe he's lactose intolerant," Dave said.
