Meg’s Miracle

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 By Teri Saylor

When Scott Menzies laced up his running shoes on a beautiful winter morning last January, he had no way of knowing he was about to set out on his last run with Meg. Meg Menzies, a beloved runner in Richmond, Va., was struck and killed by an accused drunk driver on January 13, 2014. Then, out of an ocean of sorrow and grief, something amazing happened.

Meg’s Miracle

It is the middle of March, and I am sitting in a line of cars and trucks waiting on a long CSX train to cross Patrick Henry Road in Hanover County, Va., a suburban district that snuggles up next to Richmond. It looks and feels like a rural hamlet, its scenic landscape decorated with sprawling horse farms and sites commemorating the area’s rich Revolutionary War history.

In reality, Hanover County is home to over 100,000 residents, and Patrick Henry Road is a bustling thoroughfare connecting these folks to their jobs, shopping centers, and businesses. The road links Highway 301 to Interstate-95 so tightly you can almost hear the sounds of traffic speeding north and south.

On this day, the sky is perfectly blue, and the temperature is so warm I am tempted to put the top down on my car. It is nearly 5:00 p.m. and the late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the fields that line the roadway.

Even though the posted speed limit is 45 mph, and I am driving at least five miles-an-hour over that, vehicles hover close to my back bumper and zoom around me whenever they get a break in oncoming traffic.

The death of a local runner that has become an international phenomenon has brought me here.

Tragic Encounter

Meg and Scott Menzies likely were not thinking about traffic or trains on a crisp winter morning, January 13, as they set out to run along this beautiful section of Patrick Henry Road.  Meg was training for the Boston Marathon.  Scott, wearing a safety vest, was running just ahead of her. It was about 8:15 a.m.

The sun was up and filtering through the trees that line the rural two-lane road. It must have been a perfect morning for a mid-winter run.

As they ran along the narrow shoulder of the road facing traffic, a 2008 Toyota Sequoia came out of nowhere. Scott jumped out of the way and shouted for Meg. She tried to get out of the way too, but the vehicle ran off the road right into her path.

She didn’t stand a chance.

In a flash, Meg Cross Menzies was gone, leaving a husband and three small children.

She was 34 years old.

Patrick Henry Road snakes and curves across Hanover County.  The shoulders on each side of the road extend a foot or two before they drop into twin ditches about 24 inches deep.

Little country lanes sprout off the main road, resembling small branches. They have quaint country names like Autumn Sun Lane and Walnut Shade Lane.

After keeping the line-up waiting for nearly 10 minutes, the last box car finally disappears around a curve; the safety gates go back up, and we start moving again.

A couple of miles past the railroad track and around a bend, I can see a signpost for Hickory Hill Road, rising up in the distance, like a beacon.

It doesn’t look like a normal streetsign though.

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As I get closer, I see dozens of colorful running shoes hanging on it like Christmas tree ornaments. Here and there people have inserted heartfelt notes and whimsical trinkets.  About 50 yards away, someone has constructed a slender white cross with a pair of running shoes tied to it.  A few small hyacinths are starting to poke their purple heads out of the earth, the first flowers to emerge in a small memorial garden planted at the foot of the cross.

Sabrina Civils was on her way to her job as a financial administrator at a Richmond High School when she heard the news that a “Hanover jogger” had been struck and killed that morning.

“I remember thinking how terrible that was,” she said over dinner in a popular Richmond restaurant.

Sabrina had known Meg since the 8th grade and credits her friend for introducing her to the track team in high school.  But it never entered her mind that Meg was the jogger who had died that day.

“My sister called me and said she had bad news,” Sabrina recalls. “I just lost it.”

Over 1,200 people packed Meg’s funeral service.

Beloved in the Community

“Meg was always a runner. She was beautiful inside and out, and in every way that matters,” Sabrina said. “She was a Christian and did not have a mean bone in her body. She was small and petite, and a fun person, a true person. You could trust that girl with anything.”

Meg Photo from Facebook

Michael J. Carlson, a local doctor has been charged with driving while impaired and involuntary manslaughter. According to news reports, his blood alcohol level was recorded at .11. Prescription drugs and an unopened bottle of beer were found in his car. He reported he was on his way to work.  Police are also investigating to find out if he was texting behind the wheel of his car too.

Other stories of tragic deaths involving drunk drivers end here, but Meg’s death has given birth to a miraculous phenomenon.

Meg’s Miles

After Meg was killed, friends set up a Meg’s Miles Supporters tribute page on Facebook and planned a memorial run for January 18, asking runners everywhere to log miles in Meg’s memory.

The movement went viral, with runners from all over the world posting their miles. Nearly 100,000 people ran for Meg that weekend.

Today, just three months after Meg’s death, nearly 16,000 people from virtually every state in the nation and all around the world are still running miles for Meg.

Amy Garza lives in Tempe, Arizona.  She had never met Meg Menzies, but she is planning to run the Boston Marathon for her on April 21.  Amy has been running for Meg ever since she learned of the runner’s death on Facebook.

As of April 2, she had passed the 310-mile mark.

“People join the page every day,” Brooke Roney, the site administrator said in a phone interview. “It has become a sort of running support group.”

Indeed, people who have never even run to their mailboxes have started training for races, and logging miles for Meg. They post messages about their hopes and dreams. They post about their own sorrows and heartbreaks, and they post about running to honor Meg.

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“Meg has inspired a lot of people to get moving, to exercise and get healthy,” Brooke said. “She turned many people on to running in her community.”

Now her influence is worldwide.

Kindred Spirit

 “The fact that Meg is a mother of three and that she died on an early morning run really hit me hard,” Amy Garza wrote in an email to me. “It could have been me in her place, or any one of the wonderful running mothers I know who get up early in the morning while their children are still sleeping to get their workout in order to still be home in time to get them up and ready and off to school.”

Amy has donated her favorite pair of Vibrams to “Soles of Love,” a special Boston Marathon memorial sculpture constructed out of donated running shoes as a tribute to Meg. It will greet runners at the marathon’s 1-mile mark.

Amy wrote a note to the Soles of Love organizer, and tucked it into the package with her Vibrams:

 “Last night, I took a Sharpie to my favorite pink Vibrams Fivefingers, the pair that I (wore in) my first marathon in January 2012. This morning, I put these shoes on for the last time before shipping them off to you. I am starting to taper for Boston, so my 7-mile run could’ve been a little slower today, but it wasn’t. I felt like I had wings. It was all Meg.”

Amy's Vibrams on the memorial

 

Well-known runner and journalist Bart Yasso has signed on as a Meg’s Miles supporter.  So has Olympian Deena Kastor.  Natalie Morales, an anchor with NBC’s Today Show has tweeted about Meg’s Miles and donated a pair of autographed shoes to Meg’s Boston Marathon memorial.

I called Bart and asked him why this movement has grown so big.

He attributes it partly to the power of social media.  He also said giving people a forum to respond to a tragedy is part of the healing process, and he predicted something good will come from the tragedy.

“The Richmond running community is really strong,” he said. “I run several times a year in Richmond, and I can see the power of the Richmond Running Club.”

Sabrina, and Brooke, along with Tiffany Eisentrout, Amanda Parrish, Whitney McIntosh, Erin Schools, Terri LeGars, and Dr. Jessica Lynn Pereplyotchik, plan to set up a foundation to advocate for healthy lifestyles and safety, with a focus on Meg’s Christian values. They also plan to use the foundation to help kids who have lost parents in accidents involving drunk driving and texting.

The Meg’s Miles organizers already have raised over $33,000 through tee shirt sales and donations.

In Meg, Amy Garza has found a kindred spirit.

“We have quite a few parallels in our lives, even though we live across the United States from each other. I am drawn to the page and love reading the posts by people who have also been touched by Meg’s story,” she wrote. “I love that there are so many people in the world who seem to turn tragedy into something positive. I’m not sure I would have the strength to do it, but I hope I would. It makes the world seem a little smaller somehow and brings us all together for a common purpose.”

Sabrina is not surprised that Meg’s spirit is so powerful.  She was a strong force for running and healthy living in the Richmond area. Now she’s impacting thousands of people around the globe.

“This has become a chain reaction all over the world,” she said. “Meg is smiling down on us. She has made such an impact on so many lives.”

She is working her magic from Heaven now.

Teri Saylor lives, runs and writes in Raleigh, N.C. Contact her at terisaylor@hotmail.com

Join the Meg’s Miles Supporters group on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/groups/megsmiles/

Note:  Photos by Teri Saylor, Amy Garza and Kel Kelly, creator of the Boston Marathon Meg’s Miles Soles of Love Structure. The  photo of Meg comes from the Meg’s Miles Supporters Facebook page.

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Friends and strangers have added their running shoes, emotional mementos, and heartfelt notes to a memorial for Meg Menzies, a Richmond runner who was killed by an accused drunk driver during a training run for the Boston Marathon

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You can help bring holiday cheer to the hungry this season

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The National Restaurant Association reports restaurants will play a big role in Thanksgiving this year, with more than 33 million Americans dining out or ordering pre-cooked meals for their holiday celebrations. Here is the breakdown:

  • 4 million people will order their entire Thanksgiving meal from a restaurant to eat at home
  • 8 million people will dine out while shopping on Thanksgiving Day or evening
  • 14 million people will order part of their Thanksgiving meal from a restaurant to eat at home
  • 15 million people will eat their Thanksgiving meal at a restaurant.

And a whopping 38 million shoppers will dine at restaurants on Black Friday.

But for just as many people in our nation, getting a Thanksgiving meal takes a lot more work than merely picking up the phone and calling a restaurant.

Feeding America reports that one out of every six Americans, including children and senior citizens, don’t have access to enough food. And in 2012, 6.2 million American households accessed emergency food from a food pantry or soup kitchen one or more times

Hunger is a serious problem in North Carolina too. In the 34 counties served by the Food Bank of Eastern and Central North Carolina, 560,000 people struggle each day to provide enough food for their families.

The North Carolina Justice Center’s Budget and Tax Center reports North Carolina has the fifth highest level of food insecurity in the nation. This means many people in our state will face the holidays with little or no food on their tables. The Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program (SNAP) helps people purchase food that meets their basic nutrition needs, but at the beginning of November, every North Carolinian receiving SNAP funds saw a cut to their benefits, and Congress is poised to make more deep cuts that will likely put more low-income families at risk of hunger.

The Food Bank is kicking off its holiday food drive Thanksgiving weekend with an ambitious goal to raise $350,000 by December 31.  That is a challenging sum, but with hard work comes rewards, and the reward this holiday season is providing for 1.7 million meals for needy North Carolinians.

Here’s how you can help:

  • A gift of $35 will provide enough food to sustain a family for over two weeks…
  • A gift of $75 will provide groceries to an elderly couple for over two months…
  • A gift of $150 will provide 750 piping hot holiday meals to folks in our communities!

Small gifts add up. Even if you don’t have much money to spare, remember even the few dollars you can contribute added to a few dollars from your friends or co-workers will grow into enough money to make a big difference to a family in need.

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Where we were when we heard the news

The nation paused last week to reflect on the death of President John F. Kennedy, gunned down in a parade along Dallas, Texas roadways.  On November 22, 1963, the world was horrified over his assassination by Lee Harvey Oswald, and those of us old enough to remember have never been able to get the images out of our minds.

Two days later, Oswald was gunned down, live, in full view of stunned parents and even small children watching the assassin’s arrest on national television.

When you consider how scandalized we are over bad words and clothing malfunctions that sneak past FCC controls today, the idea of young kids watching actual murders, in real time on national TV, is crazy.

We remember where we were on that terrible day.

The  Newseum in Washington, DC is displaying a special exhibit on Kennedy’s life, his family, his presidency, and his death.  As part of the programming, visitors are invited to record on Post-It notes where they were when they heard about the assassination.

People posted memories of JFK's assassination

People posted memories of JFK’s assassination on Post-It notes at the Newseum in Washington, DC

The memories are vivid:

I was in high school practicing in the school orchestra.

I wasn’t alive when he was, but I have heard great things about him.

I was home with small children watching TV. We were glued to the TV for days.

I was in elementary school. All the nuns were crying and going from class to class and they were praying for him. We were all sad and left for home early. At home, we bought a new TV to watch the services.

I was 24 years old and at work. I was so scared to go outside because I feared chaos in the streets. I watched for days the carnage on TV and was fired from my job for not calling to say I would…. (unfinished) 

I was in class 6th grade Holy Trinity Catholic School. We all went to church and prayed, then watched TV all weekend.

I was on my lunch break in Syracuse, N.Y. I then wandered aimlessly home after the announcement. 

I was a senior in high school in Hartford, Conn. when Sister Berlignan came into our class and told us the president had been shot. Our immediate concern, in our naiveté was how long it would take him to recover. We did not believe he would die.

I was 8 years old and living in Sao Paolo, Brazil. We had just arrived at our Equestrian Club when one of the stable boys came running out to my family saying that “El Presidente’ Kennedy” was dead. He cried and I cried. The Brazillians loved Kennedy.

I was in 9th grade at Howard Junior High in Wilmette, Ill. In the hallway some kids said our English teacher was crying. It was between periods when we were told what happened by our teachers. School was dismissed early. We all walked home. We watched the television coverage all day, and for many days after.

I was in high school chemistry class. One of the first bulletins said that a secret service agent had also been shot. The daughter of the limousine driver was in my class. I remember she immediately got up and left the school. We didn’t see or hear from her for many days.  I went to the capitol with my mother and best friend. I remember the large, quiet crowds at the Rotunda….

Are you old enough to remember?  Even if you aren’t, those powerful newscasts from 50 years ago vividly bring the events into our living rooms and make them real for you.

Has it really been an entire half century? It seems like yesterday.

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November 25, 2013 · 5:30 pm

Love at the ultra marathon – It may not be pretty, but it’s beautiful

A family cheered a daughter, a sister, and all runners

A family cheers a daughter, a sister, and all runners

If you believe Hallmark and sappy romantic comedies, you may think romance is tied up in soft music, red roses, and romantic candlelight dinners.

I was always a sucker for the Harlequin-style love affairs and walks on the beach with a bright full moon shimmering on the waves and glowing so brightly you could cast a shadow on the midnight sand.

Yep, I thought romance was intoxicatingly sweet perfume and champagne nights until I started volunteering at the Umstead 100-Mile Endurance Race.

Now I am convinced that true romance can be found not at a lovely symphony, but on a steep, rocky hill in the middle of the night, when the lights of a hundred headlamps are barely bright enough to light the way to an aid station.

True love is when your loved one is crying her eyes out because her feet hurt and all she wants to do is quit, and you love her and hate to see her in pain, but you know if you let her quit, she’ll be mad at you for the rest of your life, so as hard as it is to crack the whip and keep her moving, that’s just what you do.

True love is when your loved one finally sits down and takes off his shoes and socks to reveal the gnarliest, grossest blisters you have ever seen on a human foot, and you don’t even flinch; you just lay on the bandages.

True love is when your loved one is vomiting on the ground out in the middle of the woods and all you can do is try to get her to keep eating even though she can’t keep anything down.

True love is when your loved one is filthy and sweaty after running for 25 hours, yet you hug him and kiss him.

Jack Threadgill kisses his wife, Carolyn Quarterman, after she finishes her first 100-mile ultra marathon

Jack Threadgill kisses his wife, Carolyn Quarterman, after she finishes her first 100-mile ultra marathon

This kind of “they-may-be-crazy-to-run-100-miles-but-I-love-them-anyway-kind of romance was on full display last April when 250 ultra-marathon runners took to the pathways and trails of Umstead State Park in Raleigh, N.C. to push their limits, test their fortitude, and in many cases, try their loved ones’ devotion.

There were runners’ spouses who are not runners themselves; those spouses who had barely seen their loved ones on weekends, having handed them over to training partners for six months because of grueling running schedules.

Yet those same spouses, even those who became single parents during training months, who thought their loved ones were crazy for running 100 miles, were there. They camped out alongside the Umstead trails for an entire weekend, cheering on their crazy lovers, nursing their wounds, taking pictures, holding up signs, pacing them, and keeping them going.

If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.

The Umstead 100-Mile Endurance Run last April was a race for the lovers.

It was also a race for parents who rode the finish line all day and night waiting for their children to do the seemingly impossible, and going the extra mile to cheer for all of children of all the other parents who were also there anxiously watching and waiting.

It was a race for little kids whose parents were hoping to set good examples of how grit and determination could carry one through the toughest of tasks. Or perhaps they were simply proving that “crazy” actually does win in the end.

It was a race for best friends who set up their own aid stations and served as a combination of race crew, special needs providers and cheerleading squads.

It was a race for Bill and Sally Squier, a pair of feisty 70-year-old runners, who are beloved at the Umstead Race.

Bill has run the race every year since 1998.  Sally has run five Umstead ultra-marathons since 1998, while steadfastly serving as captain of the main aid station, “Sally’s Asylum.”

This year, the pair ran the race as a couple, to celebrate being 70 and fit enough to endure a 100-mile run, and to become the oldest couple to complete a 100-mile ultra marathon in under 30 hours together.

Bill and Sally Squier celebrate after finishing the Umstead Ultra Marathon. At 70, they become the oldest married couple to complete a 100-mile ultra marathon in regulation time.

Bill and Sally Squier celebrate after finishing the Umstead Ultra Marathon. At 70, they become the oldest married couple to complete a 100-mile ultra marathon in regulation time.

Each ran his and her own race. Most of the time, Bill maintained a slight lead over his bride, but she was able to catch up with him at the aid stations where they managed to spend a few quality moments together along their journey.

Bill finished his 100-miles, alone, in 28 hours and 19 minutes.

So he started waiting.

Someone brought a small, white plastic chair and set it down in front of the finish line, where Bill would have a good view of the chute.

From that vantage point, next to the timing tent, you can see the runners heading in from nearly a quarter mile away.

After running 100 miles, Bill was tired, and trying hard not to fall asleep.

He was hungry, and someone brought him an omelet.

He was shivering, and someone brought him a blanket.

He sat still, refusing to move from that spot, and kept his eyes trained on the trail ahead.

Minutes ticked by. Then an hour.

Bill kept his vigil in the chair, never wavering; watching for Sally.

A crowd was gathered behind the finish line. Some runners, who had wrapped up their races hours ago lingered in chairs and waited. Volunteers and other spectators who had been there for their own loved ones gathered around.

The Squiers’ children and grandchildren were close by.

A couple of photographers hovered.

Suddenly Sally appeared out of the woods and crossed a parking lot. She was just a speck at first, but her image grew larger as she drew closer.

Bill stood up, and I swear the look in his eyes was the same as a groom’s watching his bride walk down the aisle.

Blake Norwood stepped out of the race’s timing tent and took his place by Bill’s side, like a best man.

Sally had an entourage of female pacers – her bridesmaids.

After 29 hours and 52 minutes of running, walking and doing everything in her power to complete her 100-mile journey within the qualifying time of 30 hours, Sally walked across the finish, and straight into the arms of her husband.

I would not have been surprised if a minister had stepped out of the timing tent with Blake to perform a renewal of wedding vows.

There was not a dry eye at the finish line.

I couldn’t help but think about the vows you make when you say “I do,” and how those vows would play out at an ultra-marathon wedding.

You would take your husband or wife “for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, ‘and in ultra marathons’, to love and to cherish until death do you part.”

One of the great mysteries of life is the mystery of love.

At the Umstead Endurance Run on April 6 and 7, a little piece of that mystery was solved.

If you are willing to love someone through a grueling 100-mile run, you can probably love them through anything.

And that’s the truth.

Check out more photos from the 2013 Umstead 100-Mile Endurance Run here:

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Teri Saylor lives, runs and writes in Raleigh, N.C. Contact her at terisaylor@hotmail.com

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Life in the South is best when driven by

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Photo Gallery: Life in the South

Life in the south is best when driven by:

Sweet tea. Screen doors. Kudzu. The Blues. Country ham biscuits. Pimento cheese. Dinner on the grounds. Fried chicken. Deviled eggs. Bless your heart. Open windows in February. Porch sitting. Flip flops. Dogwood blossoms. Magnolia trees. Kinfolk. The Piggly Wiggly. Peach ice cream. Bluegrass and banjo picking. Grits and red eye gravy. Convertibles. Myrtle Beach. That giant peach next to the highway in Gaffney. Snapping turtles. Alligators. A mess of fish. The Bible Belt. Tobacco Road. Y’all. Snap beans. Grape leaf pickles. Chow chow. Tennessee Williams. Harper Lee. Selma. Mobile. Birmingham. Sweet Home Alabama. Southern Comfort. Pulled pork barbecue. Brunswick Stew. Hushpuppies. Roadside produce stands. Dirt track racing. Football. Roll, Tide. Bourbon. Mason jars. Moonshine. The Kentucky Derby. The Oakridge Boys. Dixie Melody Boys. Lord have mercy. Lynyrd Skynyrd. Shrimp and grits. The Redneck Riviera. Mama n’ em. Live oaks. Spanish moss. Savannah. Family secrets. Fields of cotton at sunrise. Butterbeans. Creamed corn. Scuppernong grapes and muscadines. June bugs. Tent revivals. Billy Graham. James Taylor. Pepsi. Nabs. Ceiling fans. Krispy Kremes. Tomato sandwiches. Charleston. Asheville. Memphis. Graceland. Beale Street. W.C. Handy. Returning thanks. Big Daddy. Maggie the cat. The Devil’s Stomping Ground. Pretty is as pretty does. Patsy Cline. Loretta Lynn. The Grand Ol’ Opry. R.C. Cola. Moonpies. Collards. Humidity. Banana pudding. The Mississippi Delta. B.B. King. Sun Records. Goo Goo Clusters. Elvis. Bill Clinton. Jimmy Carter. Peanuts. Cocolas. Chiggers. Lightning bugs. Bottle trees. Buttermilk. Let me hug your neck. The unbroken circle. Autoharps. Maybelle Carter. Sunday preaching. Amazing Grace. Little Rock. Oxford. William Faulkner. Quentin Compson. Thomas Sutpen. Memory. The good Lord. Chapel Hill. Calabash. Bubba. Sissy. Fried Okra. Dr. Pepper. Cheerwine. Dohickeys. Stanley and Stella. New Orleans. Juke joints. Sweet wine. Snipe hunting. Homemade sin. Jack Daniels. Little Zion Missionary Baptist Church. Johnny Cash. Norfolk Southern freight trains. Potluck. Watermelon rind pickles. Charlie Daniels. Pecan pie. Big ol’ trucks. Pompoms. Cypress knees. Pralines. Beignets. Community Coffee. Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn. Margaret Mitchell. Civil rights. Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. Doc Watson. Earl Scruggs. The Blue Ridge Parkway. Tweetsie Railroad. Over yonder. Piddling. Flannery O’Connor. Truman Capote. Little Rock. Charlotte. Richard Petty. Dale Earnhardt. The graveyard. Corn in a jar. Fried tomatoes. Chicken n’ Dumplins. Fish camps. Youngins. The ocean at dawn. Sea turtles. Beach music. Crawdads. Dogwoods. Seersucker. Atticus Finch. Molasses cookies. Mayberry. Andy, Barney and Aunt Bea. Tomato Pie. Eudora Welty. Shelling peas. Snapping beans. Tobacco barns. Going to ride. Fishing in the sun. Give me some sugar. Southern renaissance. Thomas Wolfe. Gospel. Robert Johnson. Charlie Patton. Biloxi. Indianola. Sliced onions and cucumbers. Charlotte. Mashing buttons. Picking blackberries next to the road. Paper sacks. Possums. Face jugs. Saying grace. Yes ma’am. Free Bird. King Cake. Red clay. Maya Angelou. John Hope Franklin. Clarksdale. Atlanta. Sweet onions. Grandmaw. Grandpaw. Fried tomatoes. Cheese straws. Fried zucchini blossoms. Honeysuckle. Extra syllables. Mint julep. Raising Cain. Pig pickings. Grandpaw. Richmond. Monroeville. The Florabama. Margaritaville. Sweet gardenias. Succotash. A place. Mama and Daddy. Home.

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Trending Thursday: Top 10 ….. er, 11 Tweets for 11-11-11

 

This day comes just once in a century, so for the 21st Century, here are my Top 10,  er, 11 Tweets on 11-11-11 as seen trending on Twitter:

11. It’s 11-11-11 What are you wishing for?

10. 11-11-11 Comes just once every 100 years. This is probably the first and last one you’ll see. Enjoy it!

9. 11-11-11 A great day to follow up on those goals and dreams you always planned on achieving

8. 11-11-11 I’m scared of tiny spiders, but not the end of the world

7. 11-11-11 Number 11 means incompleteness, disorganization, disintegration. Also lawlessness, disorder !!

6. 11-11-11 Next year we’ll have 12/12/12. Big deal! What would be awesome is if we could have 13/13/13

5. 11-11-11 Did you know that if you add your age and the last two numbers of hte year you were born it equals 11?

4. 11-11-11 1. Wish 1. Purpose 1. Person 1. Heart 1. Feeling 1. Word “YOU”

3. 11-11-11 Who said 1 is the loneliest number? I see a bunch of them up there.

2. 11-11-11 Maybe I’ll fall in love, or win the lottery or get a good deal on a new purse

And my choice for the top tweet trending on Twitter:

1. 11-11-11 Make the day worth remembering!

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Media Monday: Newspapers and Communities Cope with the Weight of the North Dakota Oil Boom

By Teri Saylor

Editor’s Note:  This is second in a series of four stories about newspapers serving their communities in the Bakken Oil Field of northeastern North Dakota, where an oil rush is creating extravagant population growth and an (almost) out of control economic boom. While writing for the National Newspaper Association’s Publishers Auxiliary, I spoke with the publishers at four newspapers. Here are their stories:

 

As I reported last week, North Dakota is booming thanks to a horn a plenty of oil in its northwest corner.

Roger Bailey, executive director of the North Dakota Newspaper Association reported that unemployment is around 3 percent statewide. The state coffers are groaning under a $1 billion surplus.

But expenses are going up.

“Expenditures for the state will be rising dramatically in the areas of infrastructure, mostly for deteriorating roads and increased law enforcement,” Bailey said. “A special session of the state legislature will be held in November to address these issues. Nobody really understood how much of an effect this was going to have on the state and its people. Only now are we getting a firm hand on the situation.”

People traveling out west to seek jobs and better lives should take their own housing with them. There are not enough available places to live for the scores of new workers in the area, and the housing that is available is offered at astronomical prices.

The Bakken oil field is a shale formation spanning 14,000 square miles in North Dakota, Montana and Canada.

Television journalist Harry Smith has been reporting from Williston, ND on this story for the new NBC show “Rock Central.”

Here’s the Williston story from the local newspaper publisher, Mitzi Moe.

MITZI MOE, PUBLISHER, WILLISTON HERALD

Williston is bursting at the seams.

“There are tent cities springing up and campers all over the place,” says Mitzi Moe, publisher of the Williston Herald. “Rents are also exploding. Apartments that rented for $700 went up to $1,000 last year, and this year they are at $2,000.”

People are living in tents, in campers and in residents’ basements. They also are renting rooms and living in housing developments called “man camps” located on the outskirts of the small towns around the oil field.

“Hiring people is next to impossible,” Moe said. “We are running short of staff in every department: news, advertising and circulation.”

Moe, herself, was working the front desk during a conversation with a reporter.

“It has been an experience,” she admits. “I am learning customer service all over again, and learning what my staff goes through day to day. Everyone is pitching in too. Our circulation director is helping to sell ads. Our classified advertising people are taking on accounts. There is so much involved; we’re taking it day to day.”

Moe, who has lived near Dallas, TX, compares the jammed roadways around Williston to Dallas metro traffic.

“We’re not prepared for this. We don’t have the infrastructure,” she says. “Williston is a tiny little town. We have one Walmart, two small home improvement stores, a JC Penney. Yet in the second quarter of the year, we beat Fargo (ND) in sales tax collections.”

In 2009, Williams County issued 447 building permits. In 2011 so far, the county has issued nearly 2,000. Mobile home permits have doubled in the past few years, from 627 in 2009 to 1,108 in 2011, according to Moe.

“Our advertising has increased tremendously,” she said. “Our help wanted classified display ads are generating dollars comparable to our display dollars.”

The Williston Herald is a six-day-a-week newspaper, owned by Wick Communications. In a normal week, the newspaper published two sections just two or three days a week. Now the newspaper has two sections every day.

Moe also publishes a weekly TMC publication and has started a new monthly magazine about the oil industry called “Talkin’ the Bakken.”

The four-color, glossy magazine contained 18-24 pages when it first came out.

“Today we are averaging 80 pages monthly,” Moe said. “Our September 2011 issue had 104 pages. October will have 80 pages.”

Her newspaper employees produce the magazine, in addition to their daily newspaper duties, with no extra help or staffing.

“There’s no extra staff to be had,” Moe said. “Our folks are doing an excellent job.”

Moe’s next frontier is to serve the man camps.

“The camps are very nice, sort of like barracks, and each resident has his own room,” she said. “I have been looking for ways to service them with newspapers.”

She and her staff have reported on these camps, running regular features on the men who live there.

While her job has become stressful, it is not without its rewards.

“There is so much going on now,” Moe says. “I am lucky to have a wonderful managing editor, who does a great job with our staff, and I love to see the excitement in young journalists’ faces when they have an opportunity to cover so much breaking news.”

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