‘Hannah Montana here I come!’
I’m going to the Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus “Best of Both Worlds Tour.”
Or, should I say my 8-year-old daughter is going to the concert and — as the official chauffeur of the Roberson household — I will be accompanying her to Quicken Loans Arena on Jan. 3.
Now, unless you are the parent of a young girl who lives and breathes everything Hannah Montana (or you have been living under a rock for the last three months as the Hannah Montana craze has swept the nation), this announcement may mean nothing to you.
But if you are a parent like me and sought to do everything short of selling blood to snag these tickets, you are likely green with envy right now wondering how I did it.
Well, here’s how.
It started back in October when — during a casual planning meeting between reporters and editors — the upcoming concert came up in conversation. No one could understand what all the fuss was about. I mean, selling out faster than Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band, who does that?
But I knew all too well who Hannah Montana was. She’s the Disney Channel sensation that keeps my oldest child glued to the television for hours at a time. Naturally, I was selected as the reporter who would write advance stories about the concert as well as attend to write a review.
The only catch? I had to get tickets.
That’s where my skills as a journalist were put to the test. I called everybody known to man remotely connected with the concert until I was finally e-mailed a ticket request form. I filled it out, complete with my credit card information and waited.
And, just when I had finally given up hope, it happened. I opened my e-mail Friday and read the sweetest words ever typed — “The following tickets are confirmed and will be at will call the night of the show.”
In less than two short weeks, I can expect to hear my child proclaim to me that I am the coolest mom ever.
Tree decorated poorly — on purpose
The holidays are a time for good cheer, and Oberlin police officers are being put to the test.
The 20 officers — 17 men and three women — as well as four auxiliary police officers, are featured as “ornaments” on a little Christmas tree lovingly displayed next to the service window.
For the second year in a row, dispatchers carefully searched for the absolute worst pictures they could find of the officers and stuck them on the tree.
Some of the photos are just old — like the boyish shots of police Chief Tom Miller and Capt. Clif Barnes.
Other photos were devilishly chosen for effect — like the photograph of one officer who bears at least a passing resemblance to a person a police officer certainly doesn’t want to resemble: serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer.
The tree was the work of dispatchers, including Susan Jackson and Tamara Stanley.
“Whatever photograph embarrassed them the most, we put on the tree,”
“Feel the love from your dispatchers.”
— Cindy Leise