Wanna see my picture on the cover. Gonna buy 5 copies for my mother. Gonna see my smiling face, on the cover of the Charlotte Observer Money Wise Section.
OK, it doesn’t really roll off the tongue and it’s not Rolling Stone.
But on Sunday morning, when you sit down with a cup of Eight o’ Clock at your kitchen table, open the Charlotte Observer and see yourself starring back at you it’s more than a little bit surreal.
I knew that that Ely Portillo at the Observer was doing an article about Bill Goodwyn and I receiving the UNC Next Generation Leadership Award. And I knew that the story was supposed to run today. But this morning it caught me completely by surprise.
Today was like any other Sunday morning routine. I made coffee, I opened the blinds, I let Yogi out of his crate and took him outside to do his business. # 1. I grabbed the newspaper from the paper box and walked back inside. I dropped the paper on the kitchen table. I fed Yogi. While he was eating, I took my vitamins and drank a cup of orange juice. Then I took Yogi outside to finish his business. In case anyone is really into details, this time it’s #2. Same thing every morning. I walk him back into the kitchen, feed him a piece of ice. Yes, Yogi eats ice every morning. Then I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. I opened the paper and like I always do I went straight to the sports section. But on the way to Cam Newtonville, I saw David Oakley. There I was, leaning on the Kiss Pinball machine, grinning like my picture was going to be in the paper or something.
Seeing yourself in the paper is a truly bizarre experience. It’s probably similar to seeing yourself on the jumbotron at a Bobcats game. But this was different because I was all by myself. I was the only one up, so I showed it to Yogi just to make sure it was real. He didn’t say it wasn’t.
All day I’ve been saying that it’s not a big deal. But it kind of is. It’s not every day that you’re in the paper. And I’m really lucky it happened to me.
Call me an egotist. Call me self-centered. Call me self-absorbed. But don’t call me a liar. I'm psyched. Actually, I'm thrilled to be in the paper today. Of course, tomorrow it will be fish wrap.
I’m really glad I got to experience it before newspapers stop being "papers". I don’t think seeing the story on an ipad would have had the same impact. Here, see for yourself: http://tinyurl.com/3s7e4ao
See what I mean?
The cover of the Charlotte Observer Money Wise Section is not quite the cover of the Rolling Stone. But it’s better than “The cover of the landing page below the rich media page takeover ad on the Rolling Stone website.”