After driving 8 miles on cliffs and over ridges you find yourself at a fork, and finally at the Williams Family Ranch.
Arguably one of the most important news events I’ve taken part in covering was the case of Sami Omar Al-Hussayen. Al-Hussayen was a University of Idaho graduate student, living with his wife and children in Moscow in 2003*. In the early morning hours of a regular day, swat teams and federal agents “breached” Al-Hussayen’s home, and took him into custody for alleged illicit activity of supporting anti-American overseas operations. Ultimately Al-Hussayen was deported, and his family voluntarily left the states before being booted themselves.
But within this fascinating post-September-eleventh dynamic, of which your humble correspondent was a part, bloomed a side of journalism I never knew existed: the incestual side.
The last post musters remnants of my own struggles with “What ifs.” Through college and immediately beyond I was fascinated by purpose, and the reason things happened. In broader terms, I was and still am captivated by the larger picture—I seem to be able to grab context immediately.
The problem, as Joe’s anecdote explores, lies in our being imperfect creatures wanting what will come later.