Our camera crew happened upon a pack of extremely rare and elusive Arctic Wolfdogs in the Southern Michigan tundra.
Not having anything better to do when our electricity abandoned us, I took to Facebook. My phone was powered alternately between my Prius and one of our camera’s portable flash batteries. Pretending I was transported back to Medieval times, the next 22 hours went something like this:
Hey, thanks for visiting.
If you have any questions, please email me at:
(Unless you’re selling freeze-dried iguana dung.)
Obligatory Bio Information:
Rodney Curtis has worked in a dozen newsrooms in Michigan and the East Coast during his 30-year career. A photographer and photo editor by training, Rodney also counts being an author, blogger and college professor among his many talents. Rodney brags a lot too, but does so under a third-person guise, so it’s okay.
His career has taken him to New Hampshire covering presidential primaries, the former Soviet Union, Haiti, all across Europe and through the mean streets and back-alleys of Troy, Michigan, his hometown. He was twice named Photo Editor of the Year and has won numerous photography, writing and editing/design awards.
Rodney has been lucky enough to have three books published, including: A “cute” Leukemia — a book of funny and heartfelt essays about him dealing with cancer and a transplant. He also wrote Getting Laid (off) about losing three jobs in one year. Spiritual Wanderer, his first book, has been described as Dave Barry meets David Sedaris.
He has taught several journalism courses at Michigan State University. And every fall he teaches at the prestigious Mountain Workshops, where he helps students photograph and edit a book about a different small Kentucky town in less than a week.
Rodney is married to photographer Marci Curtis who is, most notably, the author of three children’s books with more than two million copies in print.
You can visit Rodney most anytime here or at SpiritualWanderer.com
Here are just some of the places I’ve worked or freelanced for.
Sometimes the people you meet on a plane just want to sleep and ignore you. That’s cool: I’ve been that guy. But sometimes you somehow get upgraded to the Economy Comfort section when what you really thought you were doing was just asking for an aisle seat. For 30 bucks I got a great seat and an even better story.
When the injustices pile up so high that you can’t see over them, it’s time to act. If you’ve been wronged again and again, to stay silent and not speak is untenable. Where others have fallen, you must stand up and march forth.
I’m referring, of course, to Pizza Hut.