News Bad News/Good News
First, the shitty news: Stranger news writer Thomas Francis left the Stranger last week. Tom was only with the Stranger for about 8 months. Tom was a talented writer and a dogged, damn good reporter. It’s a rare combo. It’s a drag to see him go. (He took a job with a New Times paper in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.) Tom said he wasn’t happy in Seattle. He said there wasn’t enough traditional, big city, hard-boiled sleaze to report on in Seattle; he found it too politically homogenous; and on a social level, it was too politically correct. I couldn’t really disagree with him. Tom also had a depressing apartment.
Ultimately, I believe the fact that Tom could conceive of living in Fort Lauderdale is a good indication that he and Seattle were not much of a match. I heard that Seattle Weekly (also a New Times paper) tried to get Tom to jump ship from the Stranger to the Weekly. Tom said, ‘No,’ and drove to Florida last weekend.
I wish Tom luck at his new job. Soon enough, I imagine, I’ll hear about some corrupt developers in Fort Lauderdale getting caught in Tom’s gun sights.
The Good News: This summer, we hired Sarah Mirk, the best news intern we’ve had since the uncanny Amy Jenniges showed up at the Stranger offices back in 2000. (Amy Jenniges, an SU student at the time, went on to become our star neighborhood reporter, and late last year, went to Portland to become news editor at our sister paper the Mercury.)
Certainly you’ve read the Slog Posts and neighborhood coverage that Sarah Mirk has filed this summer. Well, Sarah has agreed to put off her upcoming semester of college (she goes to school in Iowa and was slated to spend a semester in Ecuador) and now plans to stay on with the Stranger through the end of the year as I set out to find a permanent replacement for Tom.
Having convinced Tom to move here (and seeing what a lousy time he had), I’m now a little self-conscious about getting Sarah to give up a swath of her golden college years for a Fall in Seattle. So, if anyone can hook her up with a fake I.D., that’d be excellent.
Aw man, we have to ramp up the fucked-up-shit factor in this city to match the talents of writers here, I guess. Good art is borne out of living in pain, I suppose.
Have all of you guys at the Stranger considered the same move?
(I liked Tom, for the record. Just joshing all 'o ya)