Someone asked Curious Nashville if the Looby bombing had ever been solved. They’re looking into it.
Let me be clear, up front, that I put on my big girl panties and offered to help in any way I could.
But I was so mad! My whole gut reaction was “So, you think you’re going to swoop in and answer this question I’ve been working for two whole years on?” Like this story is mine, or something.
The deeper I get into this and the more interesting the story gets, the more I’m terrified that someone’s going to come along and solve it before me.
And yet, it’s really okay if they do. The point is for the city to get an answer, not for me to win at answering it first.
And I need help shaking trees.
But man, trying not to let my ego fuck me up is hard.