By Michael Bodley
It’s the night before I leave for New Orleans, and I’m pretty sure my packing soundtrack should be more Cajun and less Old Crow Medicine Show. But that’s OK, because tomorrow afternoon I’ll be 30,000 feet above North Carolina, on my way to my first college media convention in a city (and state) I’ve never visited. And I can’t wait.
The ACP/CMA conference brings together people who are some of the best and the most dedicated at what they do: telling stories – that journalism thing. There’s something about being around people who share your passion, people who can relate to deadline pressure and sniffing out stories and, sometimes, choosing a double-shot expresso at 2 a.m. on production night instead of a pillow.
So I’m just about done packing. I’ve mapped out my itinerary for the weekend. I’m going to try to sleep tonight. New Orleans, I can’t wait to see you.