I immediately hit him back with: Thanks, pal. On my way.
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Sandlock Elementary School was on Pioneer Street. The one-floor building sat among a field of oaks and maples. The playground behind the school was no longer on the earth’s surface. Rather, a one hundred foot deep sinkhole swallowed it up. The area was blocked off with pylons and yellow tape that read Danger—Keep Away
Beth and I weren’t allowed too close to the hole since it was dangerous, but we did get a story. The pictures I snapped off with my Nikon were ample because of the sinkhole’s massive size and pit-like structure, and Beth started interviewing the superintendent, principal, and janitor of the school. Although I couldn’t click a few pics of the rubble and twisted metal of the playground’s jungle gym, see-saw, and swings inside the sinkhole, I wanted to. Viewers of the Independentwould have craved such pics during their breakfasts, lunch hours, or coffee breaks.