Filed by Nikole Dugger
Every little girl has to have a dream.
After my pediatrician informed me that he drove a Toyota pickup and that simply becoming a physician did not entitle one to a Ferrari, my interest shifted to the journalistic realm.
And the only thing better than being a reporter, of course, is being an embedded one.
My 7-year-old self took this idea and ran.
April ONeil always knew what was going on with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and in the room of an only child in Northeast Tennessee, she mixed just as easily with Barbie, Ken and Skipper. The yellow, jumpsuited one transitioned seamlessly from sewer and turtle van to penthouse and red Ferrari.
In a modern day, Iraq would be amazing (for those without dependents), and the Balkans would be better, but my dreams lie with Bostons amphibious duck tour.
The day after taking Bunker Hill by storm, Id have nothing left to accomplish other than submitting grad school applications.
As I climbed into Danny Ewells big rig yesterday, I was one small step closer to enrollment. The 14-mile loop around I-75 served to enlighten about the dangers of blind spots and stopping distances. It accomplished this easily and served as inspiration for future endeavors.
Leslie Wylie, being the wordsmith she is, has already accomplished the feat, and her ride involved actual cargo.
For the Lois Lane-types who prefer a bit more physical exertion, theres always kayaking around the state of Florida in a mere 19 days.
A member of the foreign press who passes through our tightening borders may even get paid to compile a diary of his time in Washington.