Crime Scene

It has been a pleasure to come to the office these past two Mondays, check my voice messages and listen to callers yell at me for weekend stories I’ve written.
Last week, it was for the one in which Miracle Met Art Shamsky’s scorned wife “exposed” her estranged husband’s alleged mistress, a secretary from Rye. This past Saturday, it was the arrest of Rye High School’s star quarterback on charges he had 6 ounces of pot mailed to his home.
Boy, negative stories involving Rye don’t sit too well, do they?
Both stories touched a nerve. For the Shamsky story, most people were angry that we took on a tabloid-esque story and had the gall to name the alleged mistress.
For the pot arrest, people were upset that we named the 17-year-old athlete.
I got a particular kick out of a couple youngsters, perhaps acquaintances of the accused, who left anonymous messages cussing me out. One, after calling me a certain F word, forgot to hang up after his message and could be heard talking to others in the background worrying that The Journal News could trace the call and get them in trouble. Hmm. That’s a good idea.