Trials, what a strange phenomenon when you step back and really analyze it. For all of my life I just accepted the trial process as a normal part of life.
If you messed up, you stood in front of a judge and received your punishment, just like when you were a kid and you stood ready to be judged by your parents when you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar.
Viewing a trial as an adult, my perspective on the matter changed drastically.
Several men lined up, all dressed in the same single color outfits that resembled sinister versions of the typical nursing uniforms.
A bailiff, with a self important air about him, stood watch, taking orders from a judge wearing an outdated robe.
I didn’t really listen much to what was being said. I was too much in awe of what was going on around me.
These men in important positions, were about to decide the fate of another fellow human being. They had been afforded the authority to choose the next step in these men’s lives.
The first man on trial stepped to a microphone and made a few statements, answered a few questions, and then was silent.
The important people made a few statements and then the man was taken off.
Let me clarify something quickly.
My schedule, 6 courses, commuting to Tampa from Orlando 4 days a week, and working on the weekend, did not allow me to attend a trial in person, but fortunately I was able to watch one online. It was set at the Orange County Clerk of Courts in downtown Orlando.
I had been there before, but only for traffic matters.
Watching this awkward situation, I realized how fortunate I had been to this point in my life that I had never been forced to stand there awaiting my fate.
After the words were expressed and whatever decision was made, the first man walked off and another proceeded to step up to the podium.
As the next man began to speak, I couldn’t help but wonder where the first man was headed.
I thought back to a previous field trip to the Hillsborough County jail. I recalled vividly the row of prisoners, clad in orange jumpsuits, being escorted down a lonely, sterile hallway, as our group of free students bared witness.
Would that man be filing in line with the others?
It is a strange thing that we have given ourselves the ability to pass judgment upon one another. I don’t think that I would feel justified to stand in judgment of another. What makes that judge better than the man whom he had just condemned to a prison sentence?
This, along with all of the other experiences that I have been a part of this semester, have changed me as a person, for the better. I will take these moments and learn from them. I will remember how precious life and freedom are and just how quickly the two can be taken away.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
"Windy" day in Public Affairs Reporting
William "Windy" March, chief political reporter for the Tampa Tribune, visited our Public Affairs Reporting class on Tuesday.
March, whose whimsical nickname never was explained, spoke for close to an hour on the various methods of obtaining political public records that we might find useful as professional journalists.
Again, just like every guest speaker before him, March came through with an unexpected level of humor. Thinking that I would struggle to stay awake, I was pleasantly surprise to find myself laughing, as well as listening intently.
"When I started covering politics, God was still a county commissioner," said March.
I laughed.
Apparently Mr. "Windy" has been around the business for quite some time, which made his advice even more valuable.
One tidbit, a story about a Miami business owner and immigrant from Venezuela, particularly grabbed my attention.
Mark Jimenez, during President Bill Clinton's run for office, found himself under scrutiny from reporters for some shady business involving his employee's campaign donations.
Reporters scoured various records and found that employee's of Jimenez's business had each donated $1,000 dollars to Clinton's campaign fund. On the surface, this alone was odd, but it got even stranger.
When closer scrutiny was paid to the employee's voter registration, it came to light that the majority of them didn't even vote in the election. Why would someone who didn't care enough to vote, care enough to spend $1,000 of their own dollars to donate to the campaign of a candidate, for whom that never voted?
Jimenez found himself under the spotlight. He had been exposed. It appeared evident that he had given the employee's the money and asked them to donate it, simply because there are rules in place that prohibit anyone from donating over a certain amount toward a campaign.
I knew things like this happened, but I had never actually heard a story like this from someone who was such an expert in the field, in which I will be pursuing a career. It was truly inspiring and I thank "Windy" for his time and his advice.
March, whose whimsical nickname never was explained, spoke for close to an hour on the various methods of obtaining political public records that we might find useful as professional journalists.
Again, just like every guest speaker before him, March came through with an unexpected level of humor. Thinking that I would struggle to stay awake, I was pleasantly surprise to find myself laughing, as well as listening intently.
"When I started covering politics, God was still a county commissioner," said March.
I laughed.
Apparently Mr. "Windy" has been around the business for quite some time, which made his advice even more valuable.
One tidbit, a story about a Miami business owner and immigrant from Venezuela, particularly grabbed my attention.
Mark Jimenez, during President Bill Clinton's run for office, found himself under scrutiny from reporters for some shady business involving his employee's campaign donations.
Reporters scoured various records and found that employee's of Jimenez's business had each donated $1,000 dollars to Clinton's campaign fund. On the surface, this alone was odd, but it got even stranger.
When closer scrutiny was paid to the employee's voter registration, it came to light that the majority of them didn't even vote in the election. Why would someone who didn't care enough to vote, care enough to spend $1,000 of their own dollars to donate to the campaign of a candidate, for whom that never voted?
Jimenez found himself under the spotlight. He had been exposed. It appeared evident that he had given the employee's the money and asked them to donate it, simply because there are rules in place that prohibit anyone from donating over a certain amount toward a campaign.
I knew things like this happened, but I had never actually heard a story like this from someone who was such an expert in the field, in which I will be pursuing a career. It was truly inspiring and I thank "Windy" for his time and his advice.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Meeting Two: No rhymes, also no fun
For my second meeting, I decided to check out a school board meeting. The Orange County School Board met on October 26, 2010. I know…That is before the date of my first meeting, how is that possible? I simply decided to write in reverse order.
I expected to be extremely bored, but what I had forgotten is that I had already met two of the members of the school board.
I worked for a radio show on WEUS the Big 810 in Orlando this passed summer. Joie Cadle, Chairman from District 1, and Superintendent Ronald Blocker, were both on the show and I had the pleasure of meeting both of them.
It made it easier to bare witness to this meeting, being familiar with two of the members.
The meeting started with a moment of silence for one of the board’s colleagues who had recently passed away. The thing that touched me the most is when it was brought up that the deceased had left 3 beloved dogs behind. I tend to have a soft spot for dogs, probably more-so than humans. That’s something maybe I should work on.
Again, like the first meeting, the members following up the opening by handing out various awards.
I began to wonder how much these awards truly meant. They seem to be pretty frivolous in bestowing them upon people.
One thing that I found interesting was the name plate in from of Kathleen Gordon. It read: Kathleen “Kat” Gordon.
What struck me as being “out of place” was the need for a nickname. In such a formal setting, it seemed odd to place the board member’s nickname on the plate. It made it a bit difficult to take her seriously. I found it a bit pretentious.
The next item on the agenda was the rejection of two applications for charter schools. I wasn’t really sure what was going on here, but I knew then and there that I do not want to report on politics. I never really did have an interest, and sitting through these meetings made that interest even more so.
They covered ESOL (English for speakers of foreign languages), enrollment changes according to numbers and demographics, and much more.
I realize that a school board meeting is far from high level politics, but the bureaucracy is the same.
They read labels for schools and explained what each meant. They discussed timelines for various projects. Each time they used numbers, rather than simply using a title that would describe what was actually happening.
I applaud those who can sit through this type of meeting and decipher what was covered. Aside from seeing the two individuals that I had met previously, this was more of an exercise in staying awake than anything else.
However, I did enjoy the experience. I had never been witness to something like this before and it is something I am proud to say that I did and will quite possibly do many more times, depending on my career path after school.
I expected to be extremely bored, but what I had forgotten is that I had already met two of the members of the school board.
I worked for a radio show on WEUS the Big 810 in Orlando this passed summer. Joie Cadle, Chairman from District 1, and Superintendent Ronald Blocker, were both on the show and I had the pleasure of meeting both of them.
It made it easier to bare witness to this meeting, being familiar with two of the members.
The meeting started with a moment of silence for one of the board’s colleagues who had recently passed away. The thing that touched me the most is when it was brought up that the deceased had left 3 beloved dogs behind. I tend to have a soft spot for dogs, probably more-so than humans. That’s something maybe I should work on.
Again, like the first meeting, the members following up the opening by handing out various awards.
I began to wonder how much these awards truly meant. They seem to be pretty frivolous in bestowing them upon people.
One thing that I found interesting was the name plate in from of Kathleen Gordon. It read: Kathleen “Kat” Gordon.
What struck me as being “out of place” was the need for a nickname. In such a formal setting, it seemed odd to place the board member’s nickname on the plate. It made it a bit difficult to take her seriously. I found it a bit pretentious.
The next item on the agenda was the rejection of two applications for charter schools. I wasn’t really sure what was going on here, but I knew then and there that I do not want to report on politics. I never really did have an interest, and sitting through these meetings made that interest even more so.
They covered ESOL (English for speakers of foreign languages), enrollment changes according to numbers and demographics, and much more.
I realize that a school board meeting is far from high level politics, but the bureaucracy is the same.
They read labels for schools and explained what each meant. They discussed timelines for various projects. Each time they used numbers, rather than simply using a title that would describe what was actually happening.
I applaud those who can sit through this type of meeting and decipher what was covered. Aside from seeing the two individuals that I had met previously, this was more of an exercise in staying awake than anything else.
However, I did enjoy the experience. I had never been witness to something like this before and it is something I am proud to say that I did and will quite possibly do many more times, depending on my career path after school.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Meeting one...No fun
Meeting One – Orlando City Council Meeting - November 1, 2010 – 2 pm
On November 1st the Orlando City Council lead by Mayor Buddy Dyer, met in a medium sized room that resembled a lavish movie theater. Instead of enjoying a movie, however, I would be listening in on various topics regarding the City Beautiful and the issues of importance at the time.
Sitting in front of an official looking blue drapery background, complete with flags adorned with fancy, yellow tassels, Dyer introduced himself, as though anyone from this town might possibly be unfamiliar with him.
The proceeding began with an invocation from a local minister. I found this odd, but at the same time refreshing.
Just like everything else with government, it took approximately five minutes just to announce Reverend Gilmore who would be presenting the invocation. After that came the pledge of allegiance. At this point I wondered how long I might be stuck listening to these people.
Then it hit me. I have to get used to this if I want to be a successful journalist. It is not all glitz and glamor, but sometimes the painstaking process of sitting through a meeting like this can end up presenting us with an excellent opportunity for a story…or it can sleep us craving a nap.
The role-call took up some more time. That was followed by the bestowment of two awards on colleagues of those in charge of the meeting.
After a few more pats on the back, the meeting finally began.
Fiesta in the Park, a local art festival at Lake Eola in Downtown Orlando was the first issue raised. It was described in great detail.
Oh wow…these seats are really comfortable…hmmm…I wonder what that person’s deal is over there…wait…snap out of it, focus!
I think it is a requirement for people to speak in slow, monotone voices at these meetings.
The gentleman responsible for the Fiesta in the Park event stepped to the podium and bragged about how great the event was.
Then Patty Sheehan, commissioner from District 4 spoke on a sale of Cisterns and Composters. She then continued to ramble on and on about other events, include something about a farmer’s market and so on.
I really have to say that my first experience with one of these meetings was quite disappointing. I would like to avoid this at all costs.
I feel like too many assignments like this would turn one off to this career.
It seemed more like an opportunity for various representatives to brag about whatever events they were responsible for. One member even took a side step from her original speech and starting talking about how Bethune-Cookman’s football team will, in her opinion defeat The Rattlers of Florida A&M.
This meeting seemed like a very inefficient way to discuss these types of issues. From what I gathered, there were maybe fifteen minutes that actually contained anything of substance.
The only story at this meeting is the waste of tax payer’s money that is spent on this type of meeting.
I went from excited; to bored, to angry, to relieved it was over, all in a very short period of time.
I was told that many times, as a journalist, you will sit in on a meeting like this and nothing will come of it. It is the dreaded assignment that no one wants. Now I realize why those who told me this felt that way.
On November 1st the Orlando City Council lead by Mayor Buddy Dyer, met in a medium sized room that resembled a lavish movie theater. Instead of enjoying a movie, however, I would be listening in on various topics regarding the City Beautiful and the issues of importance at the time.
Sitting in front of an official looking blue drapery background, complete with flags adorned with fancy, yellow tassels, Dyer introduced himself, as though anyone from this town might possibly be unfamiliar with him.
The proceeding began with an invocation from a local minister. I found this odd, but at the same time refreshing.
Just like everything else with government, it took approximately five minutes just to announce Reverend Gilmore who would be presenting the invocation. After that came the pledge of allegiance. At this point I wondered how long I might be stuck listening to these people.
Then it hit me. I have to get used to this if I want to be a successful journalist. It is not all glitz and glamor, but sometimes the painstaking process of sitting through a meeting like this can end up presenting us with an excellent opportunity for a story…or it can sleep us craving a nap.
The role-call took up some more time. That was followed by the bestowment of two awards on colleagues of those in charge of the meeting.
After a few more pats on the back, the meeting finally began.
Fiesta in the Park, a local art festival at Lake Eola in Downtown Orlando was the first issue raised. It was described in great detail.
Oh wow…these seats are really comfortable…hmmm…I wonder what that person’s deal is over there…wait…snap out of it, focus!
I think it is a requirement for people to speak in slow, monotone voices at these meetings.
The gentleman responsible for the Fiesta in the Park event stepped to the podium and bragged about how great the event was.
Then Patty Sheehan, commissioner from District 4 spoke on a sale of Cisterns and Composters. She then continued to ramble on and on about other events, include something about a farmer’s market and so on.
I really have to say that my first experience with one of these meetings was quite disappointing. I would like to avoid this at all costs.
I feel like too many assignments like this would turn one off to this career.
It seemed more like an opportunity for various representatives to brag about whatever events they were responsible for. One member even took a side step from her original speech and starting talking about how Bethune-Cookman’s football team will, in her opinion defeat The Rattlers of Florida A&M.
This meeting seemed like a very inefficient way to discuss these types of issues. From what I gathered, there were maybe fifteen minutes that actually contained anything of substance.
The only story at this meeting is the waste of tax payer’s money that is spent on this type of meeting.
I went from excited; to bored, to angry, to relieved it was over, all in a very short period of time.
I was told that many times, as a journalist, you will sit in on a meeting like this and nothing will come of it. It is the dreaded assignment that no one wants. Now I realize why those who told me this felt that way.
Budgets for journalists: Preston Trigg
Preston Trigg, probably the most thorough and informative of this semester's guests, returned to our Public Affairs Reporting class to fill in the missing puzzle pieces left over from his previous visit.
This time Trigg covered the budget. He informed us that a budget consists of two parts: Revenue and Expenses.
Revenue is the money coming in and Expenses is the money going out. If these two are not pretty close, if not exactly, the same number there may be something worth looking into.
He covered loads of other material two, explaining that a "fiscal year" runs from Oct. 1st through the following Sept. He told us to look for major increases, property tax, fees and licenses, and much more.
These will all come in handy and will provide me with some excellent tools for my career, but what I really will take with me is some of the quotes that I pulled from the presentation.
"Follow the money," said Trigg.
This has been a recurring theme in all of my classes. I just wish that, by following the money, some of it would end up in my pockets.
"Written so an 8th grader can figure it out" were the words he used to describe a budget.
This really hit home with me. I didn't realize how simple it actually was to read a budget and grab a story from within its boring grasp.
I will no longer be afraid when presented with an opportunity to break a story by scouring through a budget.
Lastly, I laughed out lot (or I loled to use today's shorthand) when Trigg described the types of people that work in the budgeting department.
He used the term "geeky types" as a basic description, but then added on by stating that they are "locked away in an office" and would be "tickled pink to talk to you".
Not only did this make me laugh, but it also made me think. These budget officials, tucked away in their cozy little statistical caves, could be my best friends when I need to break a story.
I definitely recommend Trigg's presentation to next semester's Public Affairs Reporting students. Listen and take a lot of valuable tips from the lecture, but also don't be afraid to kick back and enjoy.
Trigg is full of great information, but he brings more to the table. It's like a lecture with a sprinkling of stand up comedy.
This time Trigg covered the budget. He informed us that a budget consists of two parts: Revenue and Expenses.
Revenue is the money coming in and Expenses is the money going out. If these two are not pretty close, if not exactly, the same number there may be something worth looking into.
He covered loads of other material two, explaining that a "fiscal year" runs from Oct. 1st through the following Sept. He told us to look for major increases, property tax, fees and licenses, and much more.
These will all come in handy and will provide me with some excellent tools for my career, but what I really will take with me is some of the quotes that I pulled from the presentation.
"Follow the money," said Trigg.
This has been a recurring theme in all of my classes. I just wish that, by following the money, some of it would end up in my pockets.
"Written so an 8th grader can figure it out" were the words he used to describe a budget.
This really hit home with me. I didn't realize how simple it actually was to read a budget and grab a story from within its boring grasp.
I will no longer be afraid when presented with an opportunity to break a story by scouring through a budget.
Lastly, I laughed out lot (or I loled to use today's shorthand) when Trigg described the types of people that work in the budgeting department.
He used the term "geeky types" as a basic description, but then added on by stating that they are "locked away in an office" and would be "tickled pink to talk to you".
Not only did this make me laugh, but it also made me think. These budget officials, tucked away in their cozy little statistical caves, could be my best friends when I need to break a story.
I definitely recommend Trigg's presentation to next semester's Public Affairs Reporting students. Listen and take a lot of valuable tips from the lecture, but also don't be afraid to kick back and enjoy.
Trigg is full of great information, but he brings more to the table. It's like a lecture with a sprinkling of stand up comedy.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Please, just tell us where you stand on the issues
by: Anthony Gaenzle
Election day is finally here. I, for one, have been eagerly awaiting this day for months.
I have been on the edge of my seat, eager for for November 2nd to arrive.
Did I vote? Well, that's another matter.
What I was so excited for was not the chance to make a difference, but the chance to watch television without having to witness some political candidate bashing their opponent.
Smear campaigns have been around since the times of Boss Tweed and Tammany Hall, but never have they been so blatant.
Candidates don't even feign an attempt to have a plan or a stance on any of the issues. Instead, they simply hire a camera crew and a writer and tear into the soul of the opposing governmental hopeful.
I have always been a proponent of getting out to the polls and having your voice heard, but the relentless slew of trash talking on television recently, has left me bitter and disenfranchised.
If I saw those beady eyes on Rick Scott's face, or that ever present, slick, little grin on Alex Sink's mug one more time, I think I may have turned off my television forever. (Which may actually have been a blessing in disguise.)
Tonight citizens of Florida gathered at their local polling places, eager to make a difference, most with absolutely no clue about the candidate's intentions, for whom they were about to vote.
We no longer look at the issues. We simply choose sides, put on a blind fold, and vote straight Republican or straight Democrat.
Whether you agree with a party's core principles or not, you still need to do some research. Just because a candidate is on your team by name, it doesn't make them a good team-mate.
I drove passed several polling places tonight, with the intention of stopping to observe or maybe even vote, but I could not bring myself to park the car.
I refused to subject myself to the tortures of watching people, clueless people, blindly show their allegiance to someone they knew noting about.
Granted, there are many politically savvy individuals out there. I do not claim to be one of those savvy individuals myself, but at least I did the country a favor and stayed home, rather than closing my eyes and tossing some votes around carelessly.
We (Myself included) need to make a change. We need to stand up for ourselves and stop acting like mindless drones. Until that happens, we will consistently elect the same types of individuals who are bringing this country to the ground, one clueless idiot at a time.
Election day is finally here. I, for one, have been eagerly awaiting this day for months.
I have been on the edge of my seat, eager for for November 2nd to arrive.
Did I vote? Well, that's another matter.
What I was so excited for was not the chance to make a difference, but the chance to watch television without having to witness some political candidate bashing their opponent.
Smear campaigns have been around since the times of Boss Tweed and Tammany Hall, but never have they been so blatant.
Candidates don't even feign an attempt to have a plan or a stance on any of the issues. Instead, they simply hire a camera crew and a writer and tear into the soul of the opposing governmental hopeful.
I have always been a proponent of getting out to the polls and having your voice heard, but the relentless slew of trash talking on television recently, has left me bitter and disenfranchised.
If I saw those beady eyes on Rick Scott's face, or that ever present, slick, little grin on Alex Sink's mug one more time, I think I may have turned off my television forever. (Which may actually have been a blessing in disguise.)
Tonight citizens of Florida gathered at their local polling places, eager to make a difference, most with absolutely no clue about the candidate's intentions, for whom they were about to vote.
We no longer look at the issues. We simply choose sides, put on a blind fold, and vote straight Republican or straight Democrat.
Whether you agree with a party's core principles or not, you still need to do some research. Just because a candidate is on your team by name, it doesn't make them a good team-mate.
I drove passed several polling places tonight, with the intention of stopping to observe or maybe even vote, but I could not bring myself to park the car.
I refused to subject myself to the tortures of watching people, clueless people, blindly show their allegiance to someone they knew noting about.
Granted, there are many politically savvy individuals out there. I do not claim to be one of those savvy individuals myself, but at least I did the country a favor and stayed home, rather than closing my eyes and tossing some votes around carelessly.
We (Myself included) need to make a change. We need to stand up for ourselves and stop acting like mindless drones. Until that happens, we will consistently elect the same types of individuals who are bringing this country to the ground, one clueless idiot at a time.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Medical Examiner's Office
Um...Well...I...I am at a loss for words.
It all started out innocently enough. A field trip to the Medical Examiner's office to learn what public records were available to us there, and how we could go about obtaining them. Sounds great!
Vernard Adams, Chief Medical Examiner for Hillsborough County, spoke to us in board room setting. Innocent.
Dick Bailey lead my half of the group around the facilities to show us how they operate. Innocent...
No! Not at all innocent.
As we made our way through the actual morgue unit, an eerie air crept over the group.
You could almost reach out and grab a handful of the uneasiness that hovered around us.
The first sense of that feeling came as we entered the cooler where the bodies were stored. Fortunately there were no bodies, but it was an awkward foreshadowing of what was to come.
As we exited that cooler, Bailey slipped a key card from his side. He swiped it over a scanner and two metal doors slid open, allowing us access to what, three days later, is still vividly playing in the theater of my mind.
Through a few more doors we came to the morgue. At first it seemed empty, but looking to my left I noticed an operating table complete with tiny chunks of what could only be human meat particles...oh and yes a red watery substance that trickled down to the drainage hole at the bottom.
We continued on, thinking we had made it passed the gore.
Then...there it was!
Like a scene from one of the famous Saw movies, a body lie torn apart on a gurney. Its rib cage sliced open and pulled aside, revealing an empty chest cavity. It looked like a fresh kill you might see on the Discovery Channel.
My gaze moved up toward the head, revealing an even worse horror. The skin of the man's (from what I could tell it was a man in his early 60's) face had been peeled from its skull and lay in a mess, covering the chin area.
The skull and brain seemed to have been removed, as though the victim had the innards of his head sucked out by a powerful vacuum.
Bailey continued on as though the elephant in the room was not there.
Gasps and groans could be heard from the group, but no one appeared to want to be the first to speak up about their disgust.
Mercifully we were lead away, into the safe haven, or so we thought, of the x-ray room.
As Bailey informed us of how the room operated, a mad scientist (at least that's how he looked in my mind) waltzed through the door. He may as well have been whistling while he worked with that sly grin.
It was not him that was unnerving, but what he was carrying. In his left hand he held the cap of what looked like a skull, complete with various substances dripping from it.
He quickly apologized, claiming he didn't realize we were in there. This was clearly a lie.
Again Bailey wrapped up his speech as though this were all routine and then lead us back out into the den of horrors.
One last time we scampered passed the remains of the poor soul that lie sprawled across the cold, plastic table.
Finally out into the fresh air, I was able to catch my breath again.
Unfortunately the traumatic nature of that situation left me unable to grasp any of the public records concepts that were the ultimate goal of the trip.
I did however take one public records anecdote with me. Autopsy photos are not available as public record, yet Bailey and his associates had no problem leading us into the depths of their strange lair, hiding nothing.
I spent the rest of that day trying to shake the image of that sliced up cadaver. I kept wondering what happened to him.
Was he the victim of a homicide? Did he perish in a terrible car accident? I guess if I really wanted to I could go back there and request the records on him, but I am not going near that place again unless absolutely necessary.
What a strange day. My advice to you: If you are ever in a class that offers a field trip to the medical examiner's office, call in sick that day.
It all started out innocently enough. A field trip to the Medical Examiner's office to learn what public records were available to us there, and how we could go about obtaining them. Sounds great!
Vernard Adams, Chief Medical Examiner for Hillsborough County, spoke to us in board room setting. Innocent.
Dick Bailey lead my half of the group around the facilities to show us how they operate. Innocent...
No! Not at all innocent.
As we made our way through the actual morgue unit, an eerie air crept over the group.
You could almost reach out and grab a handful of the uneasiness that hovered around us.
The first sense of that feeling came as we entered the cooler where the bodies were stored. Fortunately there were no bodies, but it was an awkward foreshadowing of what was to come.
As we exited that cooler, Bailey slipped a key card from his side. He swiped it over a scanner and two metal doors slid open, allowing us access to what, three days later, is still vividly playing in the theater of my mind.
Through a few more doors we came to the morgue. At first it seemed empty, but looking to my left I noticed an operating table complete with tiny chunks of what could only be human meat particles...oh and yes a red watery substance that trickled down to the drainage hole at the bottom.
We continued on, thinking we had made it passed the gore.
Then...there it was!
Like a scene from one of the famous Saw movies, a body lie torn apart on a gurney. Its rib cage sliced open and pulled aside, revealing an empty chest cavity. It looked like a fresh kill you might see on the Discovery Channel.
My gaze moved up toward the head, revealing an even worse horror. The skin of the man's (from what I could tell it was a man in his early 60's) face had been peeled from its skull and lay in a mess, covering the chin area.
The skull and brain seemed to have been removed, as though the victim had the innards of his head sucked out by a powerful vacuum.
Bailey continued on as though the elephant in the room was not there.
Gasps and groans could be heard from the group, but no one appeared to want to be the first to speak up about their disgust.
Mercifully we were lead away, into the safe haven, or so we thought, of the x-ray room.
As Bailey informed us of how the room operated, a mad scientist (at least that's how he looked in my mind) waltzed through the door. He may as well have been whistling while he worked with that sly grin.
It was not him that was unnerving, but what he was carrying. In his left hand he held the cap of what looked like a skull, complete with various substances dripping from it.
He quickly apologized, claiming he didn't realize we were in there. This was clearly a lie.
Again Bailey wrapped up his speech as though this were all routine and then lead us back out into the den of horrors.
One last time we scampered passed the remains of the poor soul that lie sprawled across the cold, plastic table.
Finally out into the fresh air, I was able to catch my breath again.
Unfortunately the traumatic nature of that situation left me unable to grasp any of the public records concepts that were the ultimate goal of the trip.
I did however take one public records anecdote with me. Autopsy photos are not available as public record, yet Bailey and his associates had no problem leading us into the depths of their strange lair, hiding nothing.
I spent the rest of that day trying to shake the image of that sliced up cadaver. I kept wondering what happened to him.
Was he the victim of a homicide? Did he perish in a terrible car accident? I guess if I really wanted to I could go back there and request the records on him, but I am not going near that place again unless absolutely necessary.
What a strange day. My advice to you: If you are ever in a class that offers a field trip to the medical examiner's office, call in sick that day.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Cheryl McCoy: The real McCoy
Growing up, librarians were the enemy. They were cold, harsh, and heartless and only wanted to ruin the lives of children.
As the years went by though, that opinion changed. They became crucial tools in the completion of my goal of earning a bachelor's degree.
Until just recently, however, I never knew how truly important a librarian would be in my schooling and in my future career.
As a journalist I aspire to do great things. Great things, however, can not be obtained without great people at your side.
No matter how much we want to think that we can make it in this world all alone, there will always be people that help us through from time to time.
Cheryl McCoy, Coordinator of Collection at the University of South Florida Library, is one of those helpers.
As sat down, during our recent excursion to the USF library, for McCoy's presentation, I fully expected to be bored to tears. In the end I left the room confident and ready to take on the world (of journalism).
In Public Affairs Reporting we have been taught numerous methods of obtaining public records. We have been bombarded with places from which to obtain these records. It has been enlightening, yet thoroughly overwhelming.
McCoy acted as a lifesaver that day. She had compiled all of the online sources available to use into one place.
"Sometimes you find everything, sometimes you find nothing," McCoy said.
Was she unaware of how much easier she had made it for us to find "everything"?
Until that day I had been struggling a big with my profile assignment that asks us to profile a public figure by researching and compiling public records about them. It has been a battle, but McCoy had just handed me the weapon that I needed to win.
We have heard a lot about people being difficult to deal with. McCoy re-instilled my faith in the human ability to go out of their way to help other. She didn't have to do this for us, but she did and we are now only a few clicks away from all of the information that has been tossed at us all semester.
She cited everything from hillsclerk.com, where we can locate documents on a person's civil transgressions, all the way to google newspaper archives which allows us to find old newspaper articles that can be used to generate leads and verify information.
So to sum it up, Cheryl McCoy, I salute you. Thank you sincerely!
As the years went by though, that opinion changed. They became crucial tools in the completion of my goal of earning a bachelor's degree.
Until just recently, however, I never knew how truly important a librarian would be in my schooling and in my future career.
As a journalist I aspire to do great things. Great things, however, can not be obtained without great people at your side.
No matter how much we want to think that we can make it in this world all alone, there will always be people that help us through from time to time.
Cheryl McCoy, Coordinator of Collection at the University of South Florida Library, is one of those helpers.
As sat down, during our recent excursion to the USF library, for McCoy's presentation, I fully expected to be bored to tears. In the end I left the room confident and ready to take on the world (of journalism).
In Public Affairs Reporting we have been taught numerous methods of obtaining public records. We have been bombarded with places from which to obtain these records. It has been enlightening, yet thoroughly overwhelming.
McCoy acted as a lifesaver that day. She had compiled all of the online sources available to use into one place.
"Sometimes you find everything, sometimes you find nothing," McCoy said.
Was she unaware of how much easier she had made it for us to find "everything"?
Until that day I had been struggling a big with my profile assignment that asks us to profile a public figure by researching and compiling public records about them. It has been a battle, but McCoy had just handed me the weapon that I needed to win.
We have heard a lot about people being difficult to deal with. McCoy re-instilled my faith in the human ability to go out of their way to help other. She didn't have to do this for us, but she did and we are now only a few clicks away from all of the information that has been tossed at us all semester.
She cited everything from hillsclerk.com, where we can locate documents on a person's civil transgressions, all the way to google newspaper archives which allows us to find old newspaper articles that can be used to generate leads and verify information.
So to sum it up, Cheryl McCoy, I salute you. Thank you sincerely!
APME: A missed opportunity
by: Anthony Gaenzle
When I graduated from film school, a few years back, I was told that the contacts that I meet and keep would be the key to my success. I took that advice and I ran with it and I enjoyed a fairly decent career in the film and television industry.
Four years removed from that world, I am about to graduate with a degree in Mass Communication. My focus is news editorial, which affords one the belief that I should be jumping at every opportunity to meet with people in my field who might end up being a lifeline to a job.
With the APME Convention only one day away, I drove home to Orlando, where I live, with the intention of waking up early, doing a little pre game preparation to make myself look presentable, and then driving to St. Petersburg with high aspirations. The plan did not go as expected, and I ended up missing an excellent opportunity.
I am using this forum to express, to anyone who might read this, the importance of making contacts and not missing chances. I am sure those of you who were able to attend made the most of it, but I was unable to.
My car, actually my girlfriend's car, seems to experience issues with the transmission about every 6 months. Overconfident due to nearly 8 months with no issues, I decided to take her car to St. Pete, while she drove my car to work (my car that works 100% with no isssues, knock on wood).
Long story short, the transmission issued reared its ugly head and prevented me from making the drive. I missed out on the perfect chance to make the contacts that might just help me make a smooth transition from college to career.
The lesson that I learned is to always be prepared. If I had been prepared and taken the right automobile, the story that I am telling you now would be different.
And on top of that, I now risk earning a P - on my blog. Woe is me! So please, heed my warning and make sure that you take every opportunity that is handed to you!
When I graduated from film school, a few years back, I was told that the contacts that I meet and keep would be the key to my success. I took that advice and I ran with it and I enjoyed a fairly decent career in the film and television industry.
Four years removed from that world, I am about to graduate with a degree in Mass Communication. My focus is news editorial, which affords one the belief that I should be jumping at every opportunity to meet with people in my field who might end up being a lifeline to a job.
With the APME Convention only one day away, I drove home to Orlando, where I live, with the intention of waking up early, doing a little pre game preparation to make myself look presentable, and then driving to St. Petersburg with high aspirations. The plan did not go as expected, and I ended up missing an excellent opportunity.
I am using this forum to express, to anyone who might read this, the importance of making contacts and not missing chances. I am sure those of you who were able to attend made the most of it, but I was unable to.
My car, actually my girlfriend's car, seems to experience issues with the transmission about every 6 months. Overconfident due to nearly 8 months with no issues, I decided to take her car to St. Pete, while she drove my car to work (my car that works 100% with no isssues, knock on wood).
Long story short, the transmission issued reared its ugly head and prevented me from making the drive. I missed out on the perfect chance to make the contacts that might just help me make a smooth transition from college to career.
The lesson that I learned is to always be prepared. If I had been prepared and taken the right automobile, the story that I am telling you now would be different.
And on top of that, I now risk earning a P - on my blog. Woe is me! So please, heed my warning and make sure that you take every opportunity that is handed to you!
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
A Diamond In The Rough
To most people the words, “tax collector,” tend to cause an awkward feeling of nausea to rise up from deep within their belly. For a journalist on assignment, those words have a pleasant ring to them.
Preston Trigg, Director of Administration and Special Projects with the Hillsborough County Tax Collector’s office, visited a University of South Florida journalism class on Tuesday. During his presentation he not only dispelled many myths and stereotypes about those two dirty words, but it illuminated the plethora of information that is available through the tax collector’s office.
“The tax collector’s office is a good place to get a lot of info,” said Trigg. “And it’s pretty easy to get.”
Trigg’s detailed Power Point presentation served as the perfect outline for a journalist to follow and offered many simple ways to break a story.
I, as well as many of my fellow students I am sure, was amazed at just how easy it is to find out where a person lives, how much their home costs, and even whether or not they have a Jacuzzi in their yard.
As a citizen of the United States it was a bit unnerving, but as a journalist it brings about a feeling of optimism. To be able to sit at home on my laptop and access a few files that can break a major fraud case is simply amazing.
Trigg cited an instance in which Jim Norman, a county commissioner, had purchased homes in Arkansas. The loan that he used was given to his wife, by someone who ended up having connections to the county commission.
Numerous other scandals were discovered as well, just by thorough reporters taking the time to sort through pages of information. For example: If the assessed valued of a person’s home is a lot different than the just value, there is a good chance that something is wrong. This is how property taxes are assessed, so if the value of the home is underestimated, there is a possibility that there could be some wrong-doings going on.
Before he departed, Trigg left us with some valuable wisdom.
“Spend more time with the legislative secretary than with the legislator,” he said. “Please don’t underestimate the value of relationships.” He was referring to the importance of having connections that were willing to go that extra step to be sure to provide you with all possible information, which can be an extremely useful tool as a journalist.
Preston Trigg, Director of Administration and Special Projects with the Hillsborough County Tax Collector’s office, visited a University of South Florida journalism class on Tuesday. During his presentation he not only dispelled many myths and stereotypes about those two dirty words, but it illuminated the plethora of information that is available through the tax collector’s office.
“The tax collector’s office is a good place to get a lot of info,” said Trigg. “And it’s pretty easy to get.”
Trigg’s detailed Power Point presentation served as the perfect outline for a journalist to follow and offered many simple ways to break a story.
I, as well as many of my fellow students I am sure, was amazed at just how easy it is to find out where a person lives, how much their home costs, and even whether or not they have a Jacuzzi in their yard.
As a citizen of the United States it was a bit unnerving, but as a journalist it brings about a feeling of optimism. To be able to sit at home on my laptop and access a few files that can break a major fraud case is simply amazing.
Trigg cited an instance in which Jim Norman, a county commissioner, had purchased homes in Arkansas. The loan that he used was given to his wife, by someone who ended up having connections to the county commission.
Numerous other scandals were discovered as well, just by thorough reporters taking the time to sort through pages of information. For example: If the assessed valued of a person’s home is a lot different than the just value, there is a good chance that something is wrong. This is how property taxes are assessed, so if the value of the home is underestimated, there is a possibility that there could be some wrong-doings going on.
Before he departed, Trigg left us with some valuable wisdom.
“Spend more time with the legislative secretary than with the legislator,” he said. “Please don’t underestimate the value of relationships.” He was referring to the importance of having connections that were willing to go that extra step to be sure to provide you with all possible information, which can be an extremely useful tool as a journalist.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Bulls football races along, has fan base followed?
TAMPA, Fla. --
The University of South Florida’s football program is relatively young compared to some of Florida’s more established programs, some of which have been around for nearly a century. These schools have built a solid tradition, while USF has only 13 years of football under its belt.
College football fans in Florida formed their allegiances years ago. Swaying those allegiances, however, was not the only roadblock on the path to forming the USF Bulls football program. Tampa has a reputation for being a town of professional football enthusiasts, making it even more difficult to convert residents and students into Bulls fans.
“College football is greatly overrated and generally superfluous,” said Christopher Stenzel, a senior at USF.
A recent survey of students (mostly seniors) and faculty at USF revealed that more than half of those surveyed had never attended a football game or had only attended one game during their time at the school. All of those surveyed were aware that the school fielded a team, but four out of five admitted they had little or no knowledge of the team’s history.
Conversely, a survey of non-student Tampa residents yielded results showing that the city has begun to adopt the program. All but 2 of the residents surveyed said that they were excited about the team’s progress and said they appreciate what the team meant to the community.
“Because of the development and population growth in the surrounding suburbs of Tampa, The University of South Florida has been in a very beneficial location as a commuter school,” said Greg Biersack, 34, a Hillsborough County resident. “This kind of positive growth also supports the success of the football program itself.”
The survey of the residents also showed a well-developed knowledge of the team’s history.
“In only 13 seasons of having a team, the Bulls have had several Top 25 rankings (including a #2 spot in 2007) and 3 Bowl appearances,” said Biersack.
The Bulls football program faces many challenges ahead, but with new Coach Skip Holtz at the helm, fans are beginning to get behind the team. The Bulls next game is Saturday at Raymond James Stadium versus Western Kentucky.
A meteoric rise – Bulls football timeline – 1997 – the present
Dec. 12, 1995 – Jim Leavitt hired to coach the first football team ever fielded by the University of South Florida.
Sept. 6, 1997 – The University of South Florida Bulls play the first game in program history. It was also their first win as they rolled over Kentucky Wesleyan 80-3 at Tampa Stadium.
Sept. 28, 1998 – The Bulls earned their first national ranking in the 1-AA polls after a 45-6 win over Citadel at Raymond James Stadium.
Oct. 28, 2000 – A win over The University of Connecticut is the Bulls first win over a 1-A opponent.
May, 2004 – USF opens a $15 million dollar athletic training facility.
Sept. 17, 2005 – The first game in a four game series with in-state rival The University of Central Florida begins with a Bulls win, in Tampa, 31-14.
Oct 1, 2005 – USF visits Miami to take on the Hurricanes for the first time. The result is a 27-7 loss.
Dec. 31, 2005 – The Bulls are shutout by N.C. State, 14-0, in their first bowl appearance – Meineke Car Care Bowl.
Dec. 23, 2006 – A 24-7 victory of Conference USA opponent East Carolina at the Papajohns.com Bowl is the first bowl win in school history.
Sept. 8, 2007 – USF visits SEC powerhouse Auburn and comes away with an upset victory 26-23.
Sept. 6, 2008 – USF defeats the UCF Knights 31- 24, in overtime, as the Bulls sweep each of the four games between the two schools. A contract to renew the series in not signed.
Sept. 26, 2009 – The Bulls go to Tallahassee and defeat the Bobby Bowden coached Florida State Seminoles. This marks the first win by USF over one of the major three Florida football programs.
Jan. 8, 2010 – Coach Jim Leavitt is released from his position after an alleged incident Nov. 21. Leavitt had been the team’s only coach up until this point.
Jan. 14, 2010 – Skip Holtz, son of famed former Notre Dame Head coach Lou Holtz, is hired to coach the University of South Florida Bulls Football program.
Sept. 11, 2010 – A trip to Gainesville ends up with a 38-14 loss to the University of Florida Gators. The game marks the first game between the two schools.
-Anthony Gaenzle
The University of South Florida’s football program is relatively young compared to some of Florida’s more established programs, some of which have been around for nearly a century. These schools have built a solid tradition, while USF has only 13 years of football under its belt.
College football fans in Florida formed their allegiances years ago. Swaying those allegiances, however, was not the only roadblock on the path to forming the USF Bulls football program. Tampa has a reputation for being a town of professional football enthusiasts, making it even more difficult to convert residents and students into Bulls fans.
“College football is greatly overrated and generally superfluous,” said Christopher Stenzel, a senior at USF.
A recent survey of students (mostly seniors) and faculty at USF revealed that more than half of those surveyed had never attended a football game or had only attended one game during their time at the school. All of those surveyed were aware that the school fielded a team, but four out of five admitted they had little or no knowledge of the team’s history.
Conversely, a survey of non-student Tampa residents yielded results showing that the city has begun to adopt the program. All but 2 of the residents surveyed said that they were excited about the team’s progress and said they appreciate what the team meant to the community.
“Because of the development and population growth in the surrounding suburbs of Tampa, The University of South Florida has been in a very beneficial location as a commuter school,” said Greg Biersack, 34, a Hillsborough County resident. “This kind of positive growth also supports the success of the football program itself.”
The survey of the residents also showed a well-developed knowledge of the team’s history.
“In only 13 seasons of having a team, the Bulls have had several Top 25 rankings (including a #2 spot in 2007) and 3 Bowl appearances,” said Biersack.
The Bulls football program faces many challenges ahead, but with new Coach Skip Holtz at the helm, fans are beginning to get behind the team. The Bulls next game is Saturday at Raymond James Stadium versus Western Kentucky.
A meteoric rise – Bulls football timeline – 1997 – the present
Dec. 12, 1995 – Jim Leavitt hired to coach the first football team ever fielded by the University of South Florida.
Sept. 6, 1997 – The University of South Florida Bulls play the first game in program history. It was also their first win as they rolled over Kentucky Wesleyan 80-3 at Tampa Stadium.
Sept. 28, 1998 – The Bulls earned their first national ranking in the 1-AA polls after a 45-6 win over Citadel at Raymond James Stadium.
Oct. 28, 2000 – A win over The University of Connecticut is the Bulls first win over a 1-A opponent.
May, 2004 – USF opens a $15 million dollar athletic training facility.
Sept. 17, 2005 – The first game in a four game series with in-state rival The University of Central Florida begins with a Bulls win, in Tampa, 31-14.
Oct 1, 2005 – USF visits Miami to take on the Hurricanes for the first time. The result is a 27-7 loss.
Dec. 31, 2005 – The Bulls are shutout by N.C. State, 14-0, in their first bowl appearance – Meineke Car Care Bowl.
Dec. 23, 2006 – A 24-7 victory of Conference USA opponent East Carolina at the Papajohns.com Bowl is the first bowl win in school history.
Sept. 8, 2007 – USF visits SEC powerhouse Auburn and comes away with an upset victory 26-23.
Sept. 6, 2008 – USF defeats the UCF Knights 31- 24, in overtime, as the Bulls sweep each of the four games between the two schools. A contract to renew the series in not signed.
Sept. 26, 2009 – The Bulls go to Tallahassee and defeat the Bobby Bowden coached Florida State Seminoles. This marks the first win by USF over one of the major three Florida football programs.
Jan. 8, 2010 – Coach Jim Leavitt is released from his position after an alleged incident Nov. 21. Leavitt had been the team’s only coach up until this point.
Jan. 14, 2010 – Skip Holtz, son of famed former Notre Dame Head coach Lou Holtz, is hired to coach the University of South Florida Bulls Football program.
Sept. 11, 2010 – A trip to Gainesville ends up with a 38-14 loss to the University of Florida Gators. The game marks the first game between the two schools.
-Anthony Gaenzle
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Go Directly to Jail: Please Leave Your Freedom at The Gate
For the entirety of my life, I have avoided jail, even if it was a narrow escape at times. This passed Tuesday did not allow for that escape, as JOU 4181 made the trek to Hillsborough County Jail.
Upon entering the reception area, we were asked to stow our belongings inside a locker. Students emptied their pockets, stuffing car keys, wallets, spare change, watches, and everything under the sun into small metal lockers, adjacent to the jail entrance.
We were handed ID cards that we were told to hold onto for dear life. I tightly clipped mine onto my shirt pocket, careful to make sure it was securely fastened.
One thing odd that I noticed, was despite all of the precautions, we still walked around the metal detector, rather than through it. Odd yes, but beside the point, so I digress.
On through the gates we passed, met by a row of orange clad prison mates, being led down the hall by a single deputy. The look in their eyes, as they glared at our group of bright eyed college students, said it all. We were in their territory now.
The next stop was the camera room. I was surprised to learn how much footage was public record.
Pretty much everything, unless it is evidence, is available to journalists. The police are open with information, which reinstated some formerly lost faith in the police department.
Central booking was infinitely less pleasant. As we entered, an inmate offered an intimate welcome to the female visitors. Unfortunately for him, it was not reciprocated and he was dragged off into his own private waiting cell.
As we exited central booking, on our way to public information, I am relatively sure that one of the women prisoners barked at us. I had to do a double take to make sure, but as I turned to look, the guard cracked down and the alleged offenders grew silent. I would never know if the sound were human, or a wayward canine had wandered through the door.
After a journey through the depths of hell, we finally made it to public information. This is where Colonel James Previtera offered us some advice.
"The kind of person that's very educated on their story," said Previtera, referring to the type of reporters that they welcome.
As a former journalist himself, Previtera was well versed in his knowledge of our world.
"We live by 119," He said, "We know what should be distributed and what shouldn't."
As we moved toward the exit, it became clear that the ID card doubled as a get out of jail free card. As we were told in the beginning, it's a lot easier to get into Hillsborough County Jail than it is to get out.
Upon entering the reception area, we were asked to stow our belongings inside a locker. Students emptied their pockets, stuffing car keys, wallets, spare change, watches, and everything under the sun into small metal lockers, adjacent to the jail entrance.
We were handed ID cards that we were told to hold onto for dear life. I tightly clipped mine onto my shirt pocket, careful to make sure it was securely fastened.
One thing odd that I noticed, was despite all of the precautions, we still walked around the metal detector, rather than through it. Odd yes, but beside the point, so I digress.
On through the gates we passed, met by a row of orange clad prison mates, being led down the hall by a single deputy. The look in their eyes, as they glared at our group of bright eyed college students, said it all. We were in their territory now.
The next stop was the camera room. I was surprised to learn how much footage was public record.
Pretty much everything, unless it is evidence, is available to journalists. The police are open with information, which reinstated some formerly lost faith in the police department.
Central booking was infinitely less pleasant. As we entered, an inmate offered an intimate welcome to the female visitors. Unfortunately for him, it was not reciprocated and he was dragged off into his own private waiting cell.
As we exited central booking, on our way to public information, I am relatively sure that one of the women prisoners barked at us. I had to do a double take to make sure, but as I turned to look, the guard cracked down and the alleged offenders grew silent. I would never know if the sound were human, or a wayward canine had wandered through the door.
After a journey through the depths of hell, we finally made it to public information. This is where Colonel James Previtera offered us some advice.
"The kind of person that's very educated on their story," said Previtera, referring to the type of reporters that they welcome.
As a former journalist himself, Previtera was well versed in his knowledge of our world.
"We live by 119," He said, "We know what should be distributed and what shouldn't."
As we moved toward the exit, it became clear that the ID card doubled as a get out of jail free card. As we were told in the beginning, it's a lot easier to get into Hillsborough County Jail than it is to get out.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Hillsborough Sheriff's Department: Conflicting Messages
The Exterior of the Hillsborough County Sheriff’s office has an inviting air about it. A subtly landscaped courtyard gives visitors the feeling that they have entered into a re-purposed beach motel.
Memories of child hood visits to the seashore danced through my head. A smile formed across my lips as I recalled the sounds of seagulls calling out to their airborne pals.
Just as suddenly as the memories had arrived, they disappeared, as we ascended a flight of stairs and entered the building. A mass of students filed into a world of sterile bureaucracy.
The shift of emotions that I felt were a prelude for what was to come.
At the end of long table, in a slightly intimidating conference room, an ominous sign reading, “Hillsborough County Sheriff’s Department”, glared at us. Eerie reminders of members of the Sheriff’s office, debriefing reporters about details of breaking cases, flashed in my mind.
After a drawn out ordeal seating a room full of anxious students, we were greeted my Cristal Bermudez and J.D. Callaway, who work with a team that deals with any media issues that face the Sheriff’s department.
The initial mood was open and welcoming. Bermudez stressed the importance of the media and the police department working together.
“We are on the same team.” She said.
Callaway reiterated the point, making sure to point out that there is a lot of information available, that we as members of the media would have access too.
We were shown various items including criminal report affidavits, booking sheets, general offense, and more. Each item was explained in detail and we were even given an outline of what is and is not obtainable by the media.
Things were pleasant and cordial at first, we were lead to believe that the police and the media were the best of friends, but then the tone changed.
“You don’t wanna burn your bridges with different agencies.” Said Bermudez.
For the time being it was left at that. The first presentation wrapped up and we were lead to another building, where 911 operators and police dispatchers perform a job that would put many people in tears.
Alex Diaz, communications training officer, took over from there. He explained the intricate workings of the operations. Bermudez, waiting in the corner, listened intently.
After Diaz’s presentation, we were split into groups. My group stayed behind as the other half of the class toured the 911call center.
Bermudez took the opportunity to speak with us further.
Don’t get me wrong. She is a very talented individual and was very welcoming and informative. I truly enjoyed the experience and I learned a lot from her expertise, but there was definitely an underlying tone of warning.
She brought up the point of not burning bridges again, but this time her tone was less pleasant. There was a noticeable rise in the intensity of her voice.
She beat home her point of not “stepping on toes”. An unnamed member of the media had apparently evoked the wrath of the Hillsborough Sheriff’s Department and had lost all of his or her privileges.
This stern warning hit home. At that time I realized that public record researching was a fine balancing act of tenacity mixed with discretion.
This lesson, delivered by Bermudez, is one that I will take with me as I progress in my career. Any time that I receive a pleasant welcome from someone supplying me with public record, I will look back and thank Bermudez for her wisdom.
Success would be tough to come by after being shut out by a source.
Memories of child hood visits to the seashore danced through my head. A smile formed across my lips as I recalled the sounds of seagulls calling out to their airborne pals.
Just as suddenly as the memories had arrived, they disappeared, as we ascended a flight of stairs and entered the building. A mass of students filed into a world of sterile bureaucracy.
The shift of emotions that I felt were a prelude for what was to come.
At the end of long table, in a slightly intimidating conference room, an ominous sign reading, “Hillsborough County Sheriff’s Department”, glared at us. Eerie reminders of members of the Sheriff’s office, debriefing reporters about details of breaking cases, flashed in my mind.
After a drawn out ordeal seating a room full of anxious students, we were greeted my Cristal Bermudez and J.D. Callaway, who work with a team that deals with any media issues that face the Sheriff’s department.
The initial mood was open and welcoming. Bermudez stressed the importance of the media and the police department working together.
“We are on the same team.” She said.
Callaway reiterated the point, making sure to point out that there is a lot of information available, that we as members of the media would have access too.
We were shown various items including criminal report affidavits, booking sheets, general offense, and more. Each item was explained in detail and we were even given an outline of what is and is not obtainable by the media.
Things were pleasant and cordial at first, we were lead to believe that the police and the media were the best of friends, but then the tone changed.
“You don’t wanna burn your bridges with different agencies.” Said Bermudez.
For the time being it was left at that. The first presentation wrapped up and we were lead to another building, where 911 operators and police dispatchers perform a job that would put many people in tears.
Alex Diaz, communications training officer, took over from there. He explained the intricate workings of the operations. Bermudez, waiting in the corner, listened intently.
After Diaz’s presentation, we were split into groups. My group stayed behind as the other half of the class toured the 911call center.
Bermudez took the opportunity to speak with us further.
Don’t get me wrong. She is a very talented individual and was very welcoming and informative. I truly enjoyed the experience and I learned a lot from her expertise, but there was definitely an underlying tone of warning.
She brought up the point of not burning bridges again, but this time her tone was less pleasant. There was a noticeable rise in the intensity of her voice.
She beat home her point of not “stepping on toes”. An unnamed member of the media had apparently evoked the wrath of the Hillsborough Sheriff’s Department and had lost all of his or her privileges.
This stern warning hit home. At that time I realized that public record researching was a fine balancing act of tenacity mixed with discretion.
This lesson, delivered by Bermudez, is one that I will take with me as I progress in my career. Any time that I receive a pleasant welcome from someone supplying me with public record, I will look back and thank Bermudez for her wisdom.
Success would be tough to come by after being shut out by a source.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Matt Doig: Database Specialist...yawn! Oh wait...
It had been a long weekend...a fun weekend, but exhausting nonetheless. I had already been through five hours of school and studying before arriving at my Public Affairs Reporting class. I enjoy the class, but I was dreading this session.
Glancing at the syllabus, the words "database specialist" glared at me from the page. Just the thought of having to spend over an hour listening to someone drone on about excel files and databases, sent me into a stupor.
As Mr. Matt Doig, investigative editor and database specialist for the Sarasota Tribune-Herald, made his way to the podium, I knew I was in for a long day. I cringed when the projector screen lit up with a giant example of an Excel data sheet. I was in for a battle against my eternal enemy, the Sandman!
But as Doig began to speak, an amazing thing happened. My ears perked up, and I found myself listening. Mildly at first, just jotting down a note here and there in an attempt to stay awake, but then more and more furtively as the presentation moved along.
What was this? Was I actually interested in databases!?
He spoke of a case where his team at the Herald broke a huge story about housing fraud. People had really been brought to justice because a few reporters had painstakingly toiled through files, pulling out information that incriminated these scumbags.
Another story involved a scandal within Florida's schools. Teachers who were earning worse grades on the various, required tests were being placed at poorer schools. This seemed unfair at the very least. The poorer schools are the ones that require the better teachers. Without the utilization of this database searching skill, this injustice may never have been brought to light.
By the time Doig was finished speaking, I was a changed student. I will never look at database specialists as having a "boring" job again. Although it may be tedious at times, there is amazing potential for its use in journalism and its ability to really make a difference in our world.
I now realize the essential nature of this tool, not only in investigative journalism, but as an item on the skill list on my resume. Thanks Matt Doig!
Glancing at the syllabus, the words "database specialist" glared at me from the page. Just the thought of having to spend over an hour listening to someone drone on about excel files and databases, sent me into a stupor.
As Mr. Matt Doig, investigative editor and database specialist for the Sarasota Tribune-Herald, made his way to the podium, I knew I was in for a long day. I cringed when the projector screen lit up with a giant example of an Excel data sheet. I was in for a battle against my eternal enemy, the Sandman!
But as Doig began to speak, an amazing thing happened. My ears perked up, and I found myself listening. Mildly at first, just jotting down a note here and there in an attempt to stay awake, but then more and more furtively as the presentation moved along.
What was this? Was I actually interested in databases!?
He spoke of a case where his team at the Herald broke a huge story about housing fraud. People had really been brought to justice because a few reporters had painstakingly toiled through files, pulling out information that incriminated these scumbags.
Another story involved a scandal within Florida's schools. Teachers who were earning worse grades on the various, required tests were being placed at poorer schools. This seemed unfair at the very least. The poorer schools are the ones that require the better teachers. Without the utilization of this database searching skill, this injustice may never have been brought to light.
By the time Doig was finished speaking, I was a changed student. I will never look at database specialists as having a "boring" job again. Although it may be tedious at times, there is amazing potential for its use in journalism and its ability to really make a difference in our world.
I now realize the essential nature of this tool, not only in investigative journalism, but as an item on the skill list on my resume. Thanks Matt Doig!
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Expert Advice: St. Pete Times, Tim Nickens, Visits USF
As Editor of the St. Pete Times' editorial page, Tim Nickens is a busy man. Nevertheless, he found time to visit the University of South Florida and speak with a classroom full of Mass Communication majors.
Nickens stopped by the Public Affairs Reporting class Tuesday to assist students in their quest to learn more about obtaining public records and to speak about Florida's sunshine laws.
The Sunshine Laws, as Nickens explained, are the strongest in the country. In Florida we tend to wonder "Why a record is closed" as opposed to why it is open, he said.
However, he stressed that, despite limited restriction on public records, they are not always easy to find. There are roadblocks that can get in the way.
"Even though they are public, you gotta know where to look," he said. He cited the example of property appraisals, which can be found online or at the county courthouse.
Many records can be found online, but the large majority must be obtained from a particular venue. When a reporter attends a physical venue to locate particular information, there are few restrictions on what they can obtain; however, there are stipulations that are in place.
For example, clerks charge 15 cents per page for printing documents. They may charge more if they deem necessary. It is in their power to add the hourly rate of the lowest paid employmee performing the search and print task, to the overall fee.
Another problem is that local institutions, such as courthouses, may not be familiar with the laws. When a journalist runs into this, they may end up spending hours, simply trying to prove that they have the rights to the documents.
Despite these and other issues, Nickens assured students that there is a "surprising amount" of records available to the public. Public records can be the greatest tool that a journalist has at his or her disposal, and Nickens stressed the importance of honing this skill.
The St. Pete Times editor referenced real-life situations to shed light on the importance of public records to a journalist. Using the example of Ray Sanson, a formerly bright and shining political star, he explained how solid researching skills can help to police the politicians around us and to make a huge impact on our world.
After viewing certain records, it became clear to a certain journalist that Sanson was up to no good. The journalist delved deeper into Sanson's past and came up with incriminating evidence that the money that Sanson was supposed to be spending on certain projects, was actually being spent elsewhere, at the request of influential individuals.
Using stories like this, Nickens highlighted the essential nature of developing one's public records hunting skills.
Receiving a round of applause, Nickens thanked the class for their attention and for welcoming him to be a participant.
Nickens stopped by the Public Affairs Reporting class Tuesday to assist students in their quest to learn more about obtaining public records and to speak about Florida's sunshine laws.
The Sunshine Laws, as Nickens explained, are the strongest in the country. In Florida we tend to wonder "Why a record is closed" as opposed to why it is open, he said.
However, he stressed that, despite limited restriction on public records, they are not always easy to find. There are roadblocks that can get in the way.
"Even though they are public, you gotta know where to look," he said. He cited the example of property appraisals, which can be found online or at the county courthouse.
Many records can be found online, but the large majority must be obtained from a particular venue. When a reporter attends a physical venue to locate particular information, there are few restrictions on what they can obtain; however, there are stipulations that are in place.
For example, clerks charge 15 cents per page for printing documents. They may charge more if they deem necessary. It is in their power to add the hourly rate of the lowest paid employmee performing the search and print task, to the overall fee.
Another problem is that local institutions, such as courthouses, may not be familiar with the laws. When a journalist runs into this, they may end up spending hours, simply trying to prove that they have the rights to the documents.
Despite these and other issues, Nickens assured students that there is a "surprising amount" of records available to the public. Public records can be the greatest tool that a journalist has at his or her disposal, and Nickens stressed the importance of honing this skill.
The St. Pete Times editor referenced real-life situations to shed light on the importance of public records to a journalist. Using the example of Ray Sanson, a formerly bright and shining political star, he explained how solid researching skills can help to police the politicians around us and to make a huge impact on our world.
After viewing certain records, it became clear to a certain journalist that Sanson was up to no good. The journalist delved deeper into Sanson's past and came up with incriminating evidence that the money that Sanson was supposed to be spending on certain projects, was actually being spent elsewhere, at the request of influential individuals.
Using stories like this, Nickens highlighted the essential nature of developing one's public records hunting skills.
Receiving a round of applause, Nickens thanked the class for their attention and for welcoming him to be a participant.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Scribbler's Corner, with Darlyn Finch
By: Anthony Gaenzle
ALTAMONTE SPRINGS, Fla. -- Saturday’s show unveiled the inaugural installment of Yo Soy Latino’s newest segment, The Scribbler’s Corner. One weekend each month, celebrated local poet and author of "Red Wax Rose", Darlyn Finch will be in the studio to offer advice to aspiring writers and welcome a guest author from the Central Florida community.
The Corner’s first guest was Mary Ann de Stefano, author and editor. De Stefano is the creator of Mad About Words, a website that offers editorial services and workshops that help writers learn how to improve their craft.
The site features a free social networking section, the “Mad About Words Lounge”, where local talent can come together to pursue commons interests and gather feedback from one another.
“It’s a good place to connect to the creative community,” said de Stefano, “You can post work there or just interact with other writers.”
The lounge currently boasts over 200 members, giving writers the opportunity to experience numerous viewpoints and to benefit from the variety of advice available on the site.
“What I really love about the Mad About Words Lounge is that there are all ages of writers,” Finch said, referring to the various levels of expertise of the site’s members. She cited that visitors to the site range from “newbies” just starting out, to established writers with multiple works published.
The site is a free and provides an easy way to perfect your art and meet other writers with the same goals and aspirations.
For more information on Mary Ann de Stefano and Mad About Words, go to madaboutwords.com.
To hear more from Darlyn Finch, tune in on the second Saturday of each month to your favorite radio talk show, Yo Soy Latino to catch Scribbler’s Corner or visit darlynfinch.com or sunscribbles.com.
Check out the Yo Soy Latino archives to listen to a taping of Saturday’s show.
By: Anthony Gaenzle
ALTAMONTE SPRINGS, Fla. -- Saturday’s show unveiled the inaugural installment of Yo Soy Latino’s newest segment, The Scribbler’s Corner. One weekend each month, celebrated local poet and author of "Red Wax Rose", Darlyn Finch will be in the studio to offer advice to aspiring writers and welcome a guest author from the Central Florida community.
The Corner’s first guest was Mary Ann de Stefano, author and editor. De Stefano is the creator of Mad About Words, a website that offers editorial services and workshops that help writers learn how to improve their craft.
The site features a free social networking section, the “Mad About Words Lounge”, where local talent can come together to pursue commons interests and gather feedback from one another.
“It’s a good place to connect to the creative community,” said de Stefano, “You can post work there or just interact with other writers.”
The lounge currently boasts over 200 members, giving writers the opportunity to experience numerous viewpoints and to benefit from the variety of advice available on the site.
“What I really love about the Mad About Words Lounge is that there are all ages of writers,” Finch said, referring to the various levels of expertise of the site’s members. She cited that visitors to the site range from “newbies” just starting out, to established writers with multiple works published.
The site is a free and provides an easy way to perfect your art and meet other writers with the same goals and aspirations.
For more information on Mary Ann de Stefano and Mad About Words, go to madaboutwords.com.
To hear more from Darlyn Finch, tune in on the second Saturday of each month to your favorite radio talk show, Yo Soy Latino to catch Scribbler’s Corner or visit darlynfinch.com or sunscribbles.com.
Check out the Yo Soy Latino archives to listen to a taping of Saturday’s show.
By: Anthony Gaenzle
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Central Florida Zoo Presses On After Loss of Long Time Resident
By Anthony Gaenzle
SANFORD, Fla. – Despite heavy hearts, the workers and volunteers at the Central Florida Zoo continue forward, enlightening visitors to the zoo about the lives of the various species of animals with which we share our planet.
Mary, one of the oldest elephants in the United States, passed away March 3 due to age-related illness. At 63 years of age, Mary was a fixture of the zoo’s weekend elephant shows.
The announcer of the show Laura Miller said, “She will be sorely missed. She was such a gentle animal.”
Every Saturday and Sunday Miller picks up a microphone and speaks to a crowd of onlookers, perched on wooden bleachers, under an awning that blocks out the hot, Florida sun. She educates them on the importance of the conservation of elephants and their habitats.
Miller speaks to the crowd about the “intelligence and beauty” of elephants, both at the zoo and in the wild.
Sanford resident Lydia Weston said, “We have annual passes and we always loved seeing Mary."
“I’m not sure my children understand that she’s gone.” She lightly patted the heads of her young son and daughter who stood by her side.
Maude, the zoo’s other elephant, continues to perform in the empty void left by her counterpart.
At the direction of her trainers, Maude performs feats that get the crowd cheering. She moves giant logs with her trunk, stands on a tiny stool on only two of her immense feet, and lifts one of the trainers gracefully into the air.
“I’m glad that they didn’t cancel the show,” said Ashley Reichert. “I was really sad when I heard the news and I really appreciate what they do here.”
For more information on the zoo, its residents and workers, and the conservation efforts visit: http://www.centralfloridazoo.org/.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
A New Approach at The Crossings Church
By: Anthony Gaenzle
BRANDON, Fla. -- When Pastor Greg Dumas spoke Sunday to a mass of churchgoers, it was anything but ordinary.
The former University of Missouri football player, and graduate from the School of Education, takes a different approach to church.
Dressed in a short sleeve button down shirt, and jeans, Dumas takes the stage with a charismatic smile. There are no robes, and no cloth adorned pulpit, just a microphone and a man with a vision.
"A lot of things need to change about the church," Dumas said. "A lot of good things are being done, but there are many things that need change."
During the sermon, Dumas also spoke of the importance of a parent's role in their child's life. A concerned father himself, he cited the lack of values in our society as one of the leading causes for the "corruption of our youth."
Upon entering the church one might think that they have mistakenly walked into a rock concert. Guitar wielding musicians belt out tunes with a positive message, in the style of many of today's popular rock music artists.
"The whole experience is just uplifting," says Marilyn Vasquez. "I just moved here a year ago and the friends I made here have made it so much easier for me."
Another Attendee, Greg Steinke said, "The music was a bit overwhelming at first, but there's no pressure to participate." Steinke has been a member of The Crossing Church since its inception.
The crowded parking lot, traffic being directed by off duty police officers, was a testament to the church's popularity.
A new trend is rising among today's churches, approaching services in this manner, with the hope of attracting a broader following and to spread their intended message.
For more information on The Crossing Church and Pastor Dumas, go to http://www.crossingonline.org/about.
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