A trip to Bocomo Bay

So I went to the head shop.

I wanted a quote from someone who worked there. The owner and operator of Bocomo Bay (Kevin E. Bay and John Hawkins) were indicted by a grand jury on charges of selling drugs and money laundering, along with a host of other things. Combined, the pair was charged with 21 counts.

Nine other defendants and four other businesses were indicted on similar charges.

Friday, during my GA shift, I read the indictments and the civil forfeiture case, which contained a DEA agent’s testimony before the grand jury. I called the US Attorney’s Office and spoke to the person in charge of Public Affairs. He couldn’t tell me more than was in the documents because the grand jury is ongoing and confidential.

I spent most of the evening wading through Bocomo Bay’s financial records.

At 6 p.m., Jeanne asked, “Hannah, we need that story in an hour.”

“I’m not sure I’ll be done reading the investigation in an hour,” I said.

“Okay, have it Saturday. We’ll print it Sunday,” she said.

I was struggling to understand the indictment, what synthetic marijuana actually was (chemically — obviously, it’s fake weed), and how money laundering works. When there was a legal term I didn’t know, I searched the MOBAR glossary. (Thank you, MOBAR, for existing).

At midnight on Friday, the story was still not finished.

You can’t call the US Attorney for an accuracy check at midnight any day of the week.

Finally, around 8 p.m., something clicked. I was no longer scared that I would screw up the story. I knew exactly how I would format it (divided into sections, with bullet points to make it easy to read).

I wanted to write a killer lede. Something like, “Gary Robinson died hungry,” except I didn’t know if any of the defendants were hungry. And none of them were dead.

Bay and Hawkins’ property was seized in a civil forfeiture. When I say property, I mean

  • 76 guns (including their Uzi submachine gun)
  • Jewelry
  • A counterfeit Rolex
  • Bars of gold, silver, platinum and palladium (a precious metal, similar to but cheaper than platinum)
  • 2,039 silver and gold coins from all over the world

Did your jaw drop? Mine did. Clearly, that was the lede.

And the rest of it came…until about 11 p.m., when I lost the ability to form complete sentences. Seriously, guys, I’d been working on this since 11:30 that morning.

I left the Missourian at midnight. I returned yesterday to finish the story.

Zach Matson was editing. “Are they still selling the Spice?” he said.

I didn’t know. The reviews on headshopfidner.com stop in 2012. That, I think, is when they stopped selling the synthetic stuff.

Caleb, who was on GA, and I went to Bocomo Bay.

The shop is divided into two sections. When you enter, you see racks of leather biker jackets, t-shirts, and shelves of motorcycle helmets. A glass case to the right displays bottles of gypsum. On the back wall, there is a display of motorcycle patches, selling for $1.99 each. They bear slogans like “Keep staring, I may do a trick,” “Don’t tread on me” and “My Boyfriend’s Wife Hates Me!” Most of them are so misogynist that I wouldn’t repeat them privately, let alone write them on my blog.

The whole place smells of incense.

A wall from the back of the shop continues toward the front, leaving the space near the register open, dividing the shop into thirds. Walk around the wall and you find yourself staring at glass display cases of smoking equipment. By equipment, I mean pipes, water pipes, bongs and bowls of varying price and artistry.

They sell hookah tobacco. But I didn’t see the legendary “Bocomo Spice” or “Bocomo Bay,” the two synthetic forms of marijuana the shop was busted for selling.

I tried to talk to the employee but he said he wasn’t allowed to talk about the indictment. He said I could try calling on Monday.

So, here’s what I want to do with this story:

  • Track the serial numbers of the guns, which are listed in the indictment. (Margaux said I’m getting “public records happy” but I’m actually working on a gun story, too). I’d like to find out where they got the guns and why they had so many. Were they doomsday preppers? Were they selling? I’d also like to know if the ammo seized in the civil forfeiture was hollow point (ie, cop-killer).
  • Work with the graphics department on a story about how Bay laundered the money. I have copies of his federal tax return, bank statements and the company’s bank statements from the past few years. It was all in the indictment. I can’t write a story about it though because I don’t understand the money movement in writing, if that makes sense. I understand it visually and I think that readers will also understand it better visually. Plus, infographics are awesome.

Here’s the first story, which we posted on Friday. It just details the indictment.

Bocomo Bay operators indicted on federal drug charges related to K2 sales [PDF]

Here’s the longer story, which went online last night and is in print today.

Grand jury documents reveal extent of alleged synthetic-weed dealing at Bocomo Bay [PDF]

 


Print or Digital?

I think of newspapers in terms of digital. I expect videos, slideshows, audio, infographics and links to other materials. Digital news provides a lot of depth because it’s possible to link directly to past stories or images. When I think about the stories I’m working on for the Missourian, I think about whether the story lends itself to photography. (Most stories do).

But a week ago a friend shared a story from Wednesday’s New York Times Sports section with me. “I could link to it,” he wrote in a Facebook message, “but the way it’s laid out in the paper is so much cooler.”

NYT Buck's Floor Print

The story, “Putting Art Into the Game,” is available as a slideshow of photographs online as well.

In the print version, the graphic of the floor design takes precedence. The photograph, printed under it, illustrates how the design was used on the basketball floor, which was created by artist Robert Indiana.  Six writers with relationships to the floor, the Mecca’s basketball court in Wisconsin, or the Milwaukee Bucks wrote brief descriptions of the floor’s history, design and significance. The text surrounds  the images.

The online version is a slideshow of images of the Bucks’ floor, an exhibit of it, and shots of the Bucks playing basketball. The text provides the captions. It’s a standard layout for displaying photography online. Nothing exciting.

I like the print version better. The layout highlights that the story is told using alternative storytelling methods. The text comes directly from the sources. There is no lede. There is no nut graf. The story isn’t a narrative.

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A few days later, the Missourian’s layout after the Tigers won the Georgia game impressed me, too. Kevin Cook’s photo was awesome. It’s of the final touchdown. The Decisive Moment on more than one level.

Within the same week, I read Ellen Barry’s great story about the road between St. Petersburg and Moscow, Russia. The print version of the New York Times chose the right front page photo: Why is there a wedding on the front page of the New York Times? I wondered. Wait, why is the bride 14 and the groom 13? I skimmed the story before last Tuesday’s reporting lecture. During class, I watched the woman in front of me scroll through it on her laptop.

The Russia Left Behind was more engaging online.

The story opens with a photograph of a woman in a traditional kerchief, like the one Babushka wears in the children’s books Thunder cake and Rechenka’s Eggs, facing an onion-domed church. Scroll down and a map appears, tracing the M10 highway, which stretches for 430 miles between the country’s two major cities.

Scroll down more and the map moves to the upper left of the screen, tracing the route between each city Barry wrote about in the story.

There’s text, short videos and miniature photo galleries.

So, are some stories just more engaging in print? Are some more engaging online? So some stories lend themselves to certain media more than others?


“They” is the point.

I go to the Missourian’s 11 a.m. budget meeting as often as possible, usually Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I love being there. I love talking about journalism. I love the newsroom.

Today, we talked about a story Molly Duffy, an education reporter, is working on. The story is about Josie Herrera, a genderqueer MU senior who is running for homecoming king. Our conversation centered on what pronoun Molly should use when she writes the story. Herrera’s pronoun is “they.” Not “he.” Not “she.”

Where should a newspaper draw the line between respecting a source’s request to be called a certain way and respecting the readers’ need for clarity?

Most likely, the reporter will try to write around Herrera’s chosen pronoun as much as possible because it will be clearer for the readers. But in some instances Molly won’t be able to write around it. And I don’t think she should.

I think we’re in a transitional time with language. Language changes all the time. We don’t have enough gender pronouns in English. Gender identity is fluid, not fixed. Herrera’s story is important because genderqueer people are rarely represented in the media and the identity is misunderstood. It is a term that can be used by a person who moves between genders, does not identify with a gender, identify with more than one gender, or identify with a gender that is neither man nor woman. That definition is not exhaustive; there are more nuances to it.

Katherine posted on the official reporting blog a post about remembering to make a point when we’re writing. She linked to a podcast by Steve Padilla, an editor/writing coach at the LA Times, who said, “You must let your meaning control your words.” In other words, know the point of the story and the words will follow.

 

Isn’t using “they” is the whole point of the story?

 


Tweet tweet: Is all this Twitter-talk beating a dead horse?

I’ve talked about Twitter excessively this week. I’m a digital native; Facebook became accessible to college students at non-Ivy schools in 2005, my freshman year. (I’m not a big fan of Facebook. I’m tired of it. I keep it around because it’s useful for keeping in touch with friends all over the world). Twitter was catching on around the time I graduated in 2009, though I did not use it until this past year. I just didn’t get it.

I can safely say now, though, that I love Twitter. I’m savvy about Twitter.

It’s a great resource for me as a journalist and it’s such a fun, fast way to connect with people.

And on Friday, I found a story on Twitter.

In the search bar, I typed “Columbia, Mo” and a range of Tweets from earlier in the day came up. One caught my interest:

https://twitter.com/Columbia_MO_Bus/status/375987913475252224

What’s Find ‘N Ride? I wondered. What sort of hints? What’s the point?

I went to the Facebook page. I googled. I talked to the GA editor, Jeanne Abbott, about a story.

“Sure,” she said. “Sounds interesting.”

I called Columbia Transit. (They are all very nice to talk to on the phone). I spoke with Teresa White, a marketing specialist who has been there about a month. She was excited about the project.

I would have written the story yesterday afternoon, but news happened.

I wrote it late last night when I got home. I edited it this morning. Richard was the Saturday editor; he edited it. I added some information. He edited again. Late in the day, I was able to get back in touch with Teresa for the accuracy check. I quoted her correctly both times.

I’m going to make a habit of checking my Twitter feed for potential stories each time I’m in the newsroom, or at least when I’m sitting idle on GA. It’s was useful to me. Say the magic word and I’ll talk incessantly about Twitter.

Columbia Transit scavenger hunt aims to promote new smartphone application [PDF]


A tale of two stories, both on I-70

Every other Friday, I work the General Assignment (GA) shift at the Missourian. I work the late shift, which begins at 1 p.m. and ends around 9 p.m., although you really never know what time you’ll be leaving the newsroom. I don’t make plans for the Fridays I work GA.

I chose the late shift because only one reporter is scheduled for it. That means if something big happens, I cover it.

Today started out slowly. I wrote a report based on a press release about road closures on I-70. I called MoDOT for clarification on a couple things they wrote in the release but it was a pretty straightforward story.

“They’ll be sweating over this one,” I told Allie Hinga, the editor. “Wait until you read the lede.”

She doubled over with laughter.

I-70 ramp from Stadium Boulevard to close Monday, Tuesday nights [PDF]

I went back to a story I’m writing for Sunday.

At about 5:30 p.m., Allie rushed over to the table where I sat with the other GA reporters.

“I need a reporter with a car,” she said.

“Me!” I said.

“There’s a car fire on I-70. We need to find out what happened. Why is it on fire?” Allie said. She started giving driving instructions. “Do we have a photographer?”

All the photographers were out covering high school football games. Josh Bachman, the Assistant Director of Photography, couldn’t pull one in.

“I’ll take photos on my phone,” I said.

Allie handed me a neon vest labeled PRESS. I borrowed Samantha Hubbard’s reporter’s notebook. I ran to my car.

I took Broadway east to Highway 63 and got onto I-70. The ramp was backed up. Out the window, I snapped a picture of an antique red tractor strapped to a truck bed sitting in traffic. It wasn’t hard to squeeze my Volvo station wagon between a black SUV and a beige SUV, then move over to park by the median. I walked up to three firefighters sitting in the shadow of their truck.

“I’m Hannah, a reporter from the Missourian,” I said. “Can I ask you some questions?”

“The police are up there,” one of the firefighters said, pointing past the burned cars.

I stopped to take a picture of the burned shell of the car.

The police officer was on her phone. Briana Swift, who escaped unscathed from the most severely burned car, asked if I was with the police. It was the neon vest.

“No,” I said. “Are you with KOMU?” KOMU’s van had been parked a few yards in front of my car when I pulled up.

“I was in the blue car,” she said, pointing at the skeleton of the Saturn LW1 station wagon.

When Allie described the crash back at the newsroom, it sounded horrific. I hadn’t expected the survivors to be in any condition to talk to me. Here she was, barefoot and chatty, waiting for the police officer to help her cross the interstate. We talked while the officer was on her phone. I confirmed what Briana told me about the accident with the officer.

Allie, meanwhile, tracked down Columbia Fire Department’s Battalion Chief Brad Fraizer and confirmed that there was only one minor injury.

Tiger Towing arrived to take both burned cars away. I shot more photos. Traffic started moving again. I headed back to the newsroom.

The first thing I did was upload the photos from my iPhone to my laptop so Greg Kendall-Ball, one of the photo editors, could select the best images. He chose two, which I emailed to him with a caption.

I wrote the story. Allie added the information she had gathered and edited it.

Fiery crash backs up I-70 traffic during Friday rush; no major injuries [PDF]

I was free to go.

Here’s what was challenging: You can’t be a good photographer and a good reporter at the same time. The different media call for different skills. You have to use different sides of the brain. It was hard to balance making sure I had a good enough image of the accident with making sure I did get all the relevant details, plus some description of the scene.