The Lead In

This week I had to drive through "My First Market"© the spot I launched my cosmic journalism journey, and it got me reminiscing.

It all started about 6 years ago. TV is broken up into markets. New York is number 1, Los Angeles is Number 2, St. Louis is 20, Glendive Montana is market 210. I started in a market closer to the size of Glendive.

I moved out to "My First Market"© on a Friday night. My ex-girlfriend helped me move out there. She packed up her monstrous SUV with my mattress, and everything my dorm room from college could hold (I followed behind in my small hatchback), and we headed out toward the East Coast. I'm not talking about big city east coast, I'm talking about cornfields. Lots of corn fields.

About an hour into the 3 hour drive, we drove by Dairy Queen. There was a line of people wrapped around the corner. It looked like everyone in town was at the Dairy Queen. That's when I got that sinking feeling. This is what my Friday nights are going to be like for the next two years. Dairy Queen.

Luckily it was not that bad... some nights it felt close, but not that bad.