The last week was rough. It was mentally exhausting to work on a strict deadline. I had three days to cover a neighborhood story on the Pakistani community in and around the Curry Hill (Murray Hill) neighborhood in downtown Manhattan. On that final week, I interviewed a restaurant owner, a deli owner, and many, many Pakistani newspaper editors. Who stood out to me was the owner at a charming little spice shop and deli called Kalustyans.
There I met Arpiar, a Lebanese deli owner.
He was quite a character. Full of life, humor, and admiration from the frequent customers who always came in excited to grab lunch.On the last day, the broadcast people raced for the finish. It wasn't a day of Doritos and Pepsi like all the other winter classes seemed to be doing. We print people lived and died by our journalist bible, worthy of modeling next to.
With Marcy watching with eyes like an eagle.
At night, Professor Reiner and Selvin took us out to a delicious Indian restaurant. With the food wonderful, our backs relieved, and with our newfound experience, we cheered for the journalistic road ahead.
Cheers!More to come with the blog,
-JC
