I had a hellish commute home on Thursday. Traffic was backed up off my exit ramp, and at the end I learn it’s because the bridge, which takes me home, was closed. No word why it was closed. I get back onto the highway.
I circles around the other, less direct way home. I come down the correct side of the river to only find the whole area is cornered off with tape and I’m sent back to here I was when I originally got off the highway. That’s when I called my landlord.
Apparently someone found some sort of device in the bank across the street from where I live. I never spoke to a police officer or firefighter, so it’s second hand information. But the area was evacuated and the neighborhood blocked off. None of us could go home. And by the time I could get to an area close enough where I could walk over and watch the action (and be the nosy reporter type and ask questions), it was over. The tape was down and everyone was leaving. I could go home. I couldn’t even shoot a photo at that point.
So of course I want to know what happened. I go on the local daily newspaper’s website thinking “hey, this is pretty big news! A bomb scare in a bank!” Nothing. This happened around 6 p.m. on Thursday, and as I write this there’s still nothing on their website. No story, no photo. Nothing.
Do they not have a scanner in the newsroom (I know they do since I used to work there)? Or is it because they didn’t have any reporters to send? Or is it because they don’t listen to the scanner and only rely on the BNN (Breaking News Network)? Newsflash: The BNN misses things. A lot of things sometimes.
As a local news reporter (not covering the city where I live), it’s frustrating to see the local newspaper drop pretty big stories. The incident not only caused evacuations, it caused traffic problems. It would have been like if I didn’t cover a significant fire.
Perhaps the weekly paper (owned by the daily newspaper) is planning to write something about the incident. But then I have to wait a week to find out what happened.
The frustration of not knowing what the hell happened is driving me up the wall.