I have two exciting events to report in the last month since I have been working at the Reporter.

First is the paper’s Web site. I am having a blast with it, even though I know it is a work in progress. My belief is with computers and the Internet we are about at the Model-T stage, or maybe a step behind.

One thing about Model-T cars were they worked. (I was told this by my dad, I don’t remember it if you are wondering.) We can’t always say that about computers and the Internet. In fact, one of the things I enjoy the most about the computer age is it doesn’t really work. You still have to threaten computers with a heavy object once in a while to scare it into action.

However, working with the Web site is about as much fun as I get all at one time, and we have some cool stuff planned. The staff is planning to produce a news video once a week that we will post to the Web. The plan is to gather the video we shot during the week and cut it into a short program we can post.

This brings me back to where I started after I fumbled my way out of college. I was working for Lazlso Pal helping produce documentaries for PBS. Funny how life circles around sometimes.

The second high point of the month came when I caught my daughter, Katy, with some chicken.

Let me explain.

For the past few months Katy has been torturing me with her vegetarian diet. She has spent the winter quarter home from college working as an intern, which means she has been able to watch me like an evil food hawk.

According to my college-educated daughter, if she doesn’t watch me I will suddenly begin eating bacon and peanut butter and jelly and cheese sandwiches. Maybe, but only a few, I mean life is short.

I thought the meaning of my life was finally over about a week ago. I made Katy dinner. It was grilled eggplant with marinara sauce and garnished with feta cheese. I realized I liked the stupid eggplant. I used to hate eggplant, it has the texture of… never mind. But suddenly, I loved the stuff. I thought my life was over, until I came home late on a Friday and found a chicken burrito lurking in my refrigerator. I woke Katy up at midnight and got the confession.

Ha! My life was back on track. Time for a bacon and peanut butter and jelly and cheese sandwich once again.