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Laura Kessel is managing editor of The News-Herald in Willoughby. She writes a weekly column and shares her thoughts here.

Friday, February 7, 2014

As I say goodbye, many thanks for so much goodness

When I look back at the woman who reported for work at The News-Herald on June 16, 1997, I barely recognize her.

Oh, I look much the same as I did 16 years, seven months and 25 days ago. Hair’s still mostly dark brown, weight’s again crept up to that level at which something should be done about it, and I’m still most comfortable in a pair of dress pants and a sweater.

But, after 16-plus years, so much is different.

I lost my father to cancer. I met and married a guy named Will. I became an aunt. I bought a house in my hometown.

Through each of those moments in time, one thing remained constant — I was lucky enough to work at The News-Herald.

People here care about each other. What one suffers, we all feel.

And, as I’ve changed, so, too, has my work. What started as designing pages and writing headlines morphed into a responsibility for the paper’s editorial page content. The copy editor occasionally writes. And, who better to do restaurant reviews than the woman who runs a weight loss contest?

I’ve been incredibly lucky: Taking chances is a part of life. If you don’t succeed, learn something from your mistake.
That’s one of the things I’ll most miss when I leave The News-Herald at the end of this week. Next week, I start a new job with The Repository in Canton.

My job here has changed me, in much the same way my life has undergone big changes.

When I walk out the door for the final time on Friday, I’ll carry in my heart those who’ve touched me over the years.

Their words, actions and stories are part of me. I’m better for the pleasure of knowing them.

Andre and Vicki Parhamovich: I never met their late daughter Andrea, but, through them sharing their love for Andi, I know how special she was.

Barbara Lorek: I often look at a photo of a bouquet of flowers Mrs. Lorek brought over to the paper after I mentioned in a column in 2008 the gorgeous garden she and her husband planted in their back yard in honor of their late son Joe.

Denis and Sheila Nowacki: Out of concern that people might someday forget their Andy, this dynamic pair made it impossible to think of him as anything other than a hero. I never knew their son, but he’s the reason so many of Northeast Ohio’s safety forces got the right start.

Michael Rae: The Mentor resident who took part in Police Unity Tour bike rides in honor of fallen police officers not only gave me a really interesting story to cover the past two years, he helped me reconnect with a good friend from college, Barb Apanites. Barb and her mom, Jacqueline Hlivak, have treated my husband and me like family.

Steven C. LaTourette and David Joyce: Thanks to them, I got a yearly reminder that kids today are full of drive, hopeful and worth our trust as the future leaders of the country. Sitting on these U.S. representatives’ panels that pick the nominees for the U.S. service academies has been one of the true joys of my life. That leads me to ...

Abraham Hribar: The Fairport Harding graduate completed his work at the U.S. Naval Academy last year, and is moving into his career with the Navy and now starting training to become a naval flight officer. Following him through his Induction Day on July 1, 2009, in Annapolis ranks among the greatest thrills of my career. Yes, sir!

Jaime Brenkus: The owner of Concord Township’s LEAN Living has been a partner in Lighten Up for the past four years, and, alongside Brenkus, I’ve seen people learn about themselves and their bodies as they work hard to change their lives and lose weight. More than 100 area residents have passed through the program, and we’ve had a lot of fun, shed a few tears and enjoyed some real success.

Mike Cicconetti: The judge forgave me when I told him I wasn’t always a big fan of his creative sentences, and has made helping to judge the Fairport Mardi Gras Parade a real joy for the past few years. He’s doing good work at Painesville Municipal Court, and I’ll remain in awe of his massive court garden that helps feed the needy of Eastern Lake County.

United Way of Lake County: They’re vigilant in providing for the unfortunate, and work incredibly hard to make sure they have a meal every day. As I learned taking part in the fund allocation process, your money is going to quality, worthwhile places.

David S. Glasier: My partner on in-depth packages for The News-Herald over the past five years has shown me that it’s OK to mix silly humor with fearlessness to make a mark in your career. In his role covering the Captains, he helps ease young, newly professional baseball players into a wild world of sports.

Scott Roller: Who would have thought that by signing up for his Euclid Citizen Police Academy course, I’d gain a brother? He’s not blood, but I’ve started to think of him that way, because there are precious few people whose advice, counsel and conversation mean more.

Tricia Ambrose: The executive editor believed in me, let me take some chances and rarely said no. I’ll miss the boss who gave me the courage to try.

It’s impossible to name everyone who left their mark on me over these past few years. Know that I won’t forget any of you.

Thank you all for your time, your patience and the way you opened yourselves to me. It means more than I can say.

I wish you the best.
Twitter: @Lauranh

Friday, January 24, 2014

I had a few things on my mind last week

A couple of things caught my attention this week:

First was the United States Postal Service’s move to open retail centers in Staples stores around the country.
The centers will allow customers to buy stamps and ship packages using the USPS.

I admire USPS’s chutzpah in going out on its own to find a way to serve its customers.

For years, it’s been trying to get Congress to agree to changes it says will save money. But, as happens with pretty much every single issue that comes up these days, politics gets in the way.

Lawmakers from small, rural areas grouped together to block a move to eliminate Saturday delivery.

But USPS is working around Congress in ways that benefit the consumer. This one puts postal service in stores on weekends and in the evenings, when post offices are closed.

The problem is that the Staples sites likely won’t be staffed by USPS personnel.

Postmaster General Patrick Donahoe was matter-of-fact about the issue.

“That’s Staples’ business,” he said. “They make their own business decisions and it has nothing to do with us.”

Staples’ spokeswoman Carrie McElwee referred questions about the 200,000-member union to USPS.
The only one that’s really speaking is the union itself.

It’s calling for boycotts and protests at pilot locations in California, Georgia, Massachusetts and Pennsylvania. Union officials also are about to call on company shareholders to intercede.

I’m not sure why USPS and Staples can’t make this deal meet in the middle. The retail centers are a good idea, but I’d rather hand my mail and packages over to a trained postal employee. There are tons of regulations and limits associated with the movement of U.S. mail, and I’d rather handle it right the first time than find out too late, down the line, that an unskilled employee handled my parcels improperly.

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Warren Buffett, Dan Gilbert and their billion-dollar offer for a perfect NCAA tournament bracket got under my skin this week.

I’ll admit, this point was far down on my list of reasons this bothered me: It’s just not going to happen. So, why not offer $10 billion, since you’re just wasting our time.

But my real problem is I’m troubled about why they’re focusing on something so trivial.

Is it because they know it’s just words, that they’ll never have to pay a dime anyway?

If they’ve got a billion dollars just lying around not doing anything (and, really, who doesn’t?), I wonder why they don’t offer it, instead, to the person who cures cancer.

The stories I’ve read about the prize have given high praise for the feat of working out a perfect bracket. I’ve done brackets before. Lots of us have. We know how difficult it is to even get a perfect round, or region, let alone get the whole thing right.

But, those of us who’ve lost someone to cancer surely consider that horrible disease to be a bit more important than a bunch of college basketball picks.

Gilbert’s involvement makes it a lot less tasteless for me. The Cavaliers owner has consistently been a donor to causes around the Cleveland area, including a scholarship program in the Cleveland Metropolitan School District.

In addition to the main prize offer with Buffett, Gilbert’s company announced it will split $2 million among the 20 most accurate predictions submitted to the contest. At the same time, Gilbert announced that he will donate $1 million to educational charities in Detroit and Cleveland.

This last part seems much more acceptable, because it’s money that’ll actually be awarded. And, he’s taking care of the cities where his company concentrates its business.

Friday, January 17, 2014

With a little help, language puts me on the right track

I’ll consider it a little victory.

It’s not often my thoughts match those of Euclid Police Capt. Scott Roller. At least not at the start of the conversation.

So, when it happened last week, I silently did a little happy dance in my chair in the basement of the Euclid Police Station.

We were there for what was my first meeting of the Euclid Citizen Police Academy Alumni Association. I graduated in November as part of Class 27.

The group serves many functions, but one of my favorites is that it raises funds to purchase body armor for the city’s police officers.

The discussion turned to an inquiry from an officer who wondered if the group would provide funds for a type of vest that far exceeded what other officers wear. It consists of heavier-duty panels, and it’s designed to be worn over the vest that most officers wear regularly. It’s not worn all the time.

My initial thought was “is that really necessary?”

Then, from the back of the room, Roller said he wanted to ask a question: “If someone asked for an armored personnel carrier, would you buy that, too?”

Yes! Let’s dance.

During the discussion it was decided that, yes, the group could probably buy the vest. But that’s not why the program was started.

You see, the purpose of the funding program is to encourage officers to wear up-to-date body armor all the time. This other vest? Yes, it is armor worn on the body, but it’s not the type of “body armor” that the program was envisioned to subsidize.

I’m resisting the urge to call what most police officers wear “bullet-proof vests.” That’s mostly because they’re really not “bullet-proof.” They have open sides where the arms come through, and, well, they only cover the chest and most of the officer’s back. Head’s open. Legs are open. Arms are open.

The words matter. And, thankfully, Roller is helping to keep me focused on them.

I’ve written about Roller before, in a column after an early class as part of the ECPA in which I realized how important asking questions is to police work.

In five months of knowing Roller, I’ve become well-versed in the art of his conversation. He works in questions as other artists work in clay or watercolor.

He’s a tricky guy, because as he asks, I find my own way to the answer.

I’m also learning to look at a subject in a different way. To look at underlying issues; to consider that things might not be a simple as they seem, or as I might like them to be.

It’s rare that I don’t take notes when we talk. A conversation Monday ended with two pages of notes and the topic of this column.

We got into a discussion about an incident that occurred late last year in Mentor.

A 56-year-old man was arrested when police responded to his apartment after reports that a man was threatening his neighbors with a knife. Mentor Police said the suspect had barricaded himself in his residence and refused to speak to police. Police made entry, and said the suspect charged at them with an object in his hands. Mentor Police said one of the officers fired a shot inside the residence that didn’t strike the suspect or anyone else.

The incident, which occurred on Dec. 14, remains under investigation.

The conversation took off when I asked why a shooting that involved one bullet, fired by someone Mentor Police willingly admit fired it, would take so long to investigate. As it turn out, there are some really good reasons that I hadn’t considered.

That conversation covered a lot of territory.

Some dealt with why it’s so important to me to know what happened that day. He understood my feelings that if we tell the public the investigation would be ongoing that we should tell them its results.

Some dealt with how the investigation has to protect the rights of both the suspect and the officer involved.

The law gives criminal suspects certain rights, but what about the officer?

“The suspect has rights in court. Doesn’t the officer have a reasonable expectation that he will be treated fairly, too?”

Then, there was the big one.

And, as a writer and editor, it’s this one that, to me, might be the most important.

I discussed the shooting using the word “accidental.”

Roller corrected me and used the word “unintentional.” Actually, it could be either, because we don’t know yet what happened.

Some might say he’s playing a game of semantics. I disagree.

I once had an editor who forbade the word “accident” in our coverage. His explanation was that it applied a legal definition that we’re in no place to make. We’d say wreck or crash.

For police, a shooting is either “unintentional” or “intentional.” Simplifying that, it becomes “he didn’t mean to fire” or “he meant to fire.” It widens slightly, though, when a shooting is deemed “intentional, but justified.”

Accidents do happen. Guns are machines, and machine parts break. But when someone pulls a trigger at a bad time, it might be unintentional, but it’s no accident the gun goes off.

This all started because I asked who’d be responsible for the damage done to the apartment from the bullet that was fired inside.

I admitted that I was trying to find another way to get at the outcome of the investigation. And, above, you see the progression of our conversation.

Once again, I found myself looking at the issue from another side. If we call it an “accident,” we tend to think, “accidents happen” and move on. When we call it “unintentional,” we accept the possibility that it might have been preventable. But it might not be preventable, too.

It’s an angle I hadn’t considered, and it’s an important technique that I need to master.

The language you use can force you to think about issues from angles you might not have considered, and change the nature of the discussion.

You should try it.

Twitter: @Lauranh

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Getting the facts straight on Lighten Up in 2014

It stinks when the first thing you do in the new year involves a screw-up.

Welcome to 2014, Laura style.

Unfortunately, it seems a lot like 2013.


New Year’s Day has, for the past six years, involved making a plea for participants in our annual weight-loss contest, called Lighten Up.

The name actually includes the year of the contest, so this year, it’s Lighten Up in 2014.

Last Wednesday was no different, as we included on the front page a little story explaining the rules of the contest and how to enter.

Only I forgot two of the more important facts involved in Lighten Up.

The first was I forgot to mention that those who sign up should include an estimate of their current weight.
It’s not a big deal, really. I’ll find out how much they actually weigh soon enough.

And so will you, when it’s listed in The News-Herald on the first Sunday of February, along with the contestants’ pictures.

Honestly, the only reason I ask is so I’m prepared in case we ever get a contestant who needs to be weighed on a different scale that can handle more weight than the one we use at LEAN Living in Concord Township.

The personal training and fitness studio on Crile Road has been our home for the past five years. Owner Jaime Brenkus’ scale goes up to about 450 pounds.

We’ve never had a contestant who weighs more than that, so we haven’t had to find our Plan B.

Here’s hoping this isn’t the year.

My second whoops involves leaving out a key fact about the contest.

I mentioned how you sign up: Email me at before 5 p.m. Wednesday, and include your name, complete address, a daytime phone number and a 100-word essay about why you’re interested in signing up.

I mentioned the basic rules: Contestants agree to a monthly weigh-in at LEAN Living, and to a monthly personal health assessment with an official with the Lake County General Health District. They agree to have their weight listed in the paper every month, and to blog once a week on our website about their progress throughout the contest.

Then there’s that other other item I forgot.

I am trying not to be hard on myself, because this is only the second year we’ve done it.

I forgot to mention that those who sign up are subject to a cutdown after three months. Those who don’t lose 5 percent of their initial weight will be dropped from Lighten Up.

Last year, it cost us about 15 people.

So, if you’ve signed up already, know that is part of the Lighten Up process, too. If you haven’t, and are still interested, read up a few paragraphs and get cracking, because time’s running short.

The program has been pretty successful so far, with contestants over the first five years losing 1,468.05 pounds.

I won’t lie: Keeping it off has been a struggle for many of the contestants involved.

Some have put a lot back on. Some have put all of it back on and more.

They all stress one thing when they talk about Lighten Up, though. There’s a lot of motivation there when you know your name and how much you weigh will be listed in the paper and on the website every month.

In the first five years, only a couple of people have walked away when they realized that was a fact.

Many have stayed because of that fact.

I just need to find that black magic to keep them motivated after the contest.

I’m sure it involves meetings and weigh-ins and some form of public display, just like is offered via Lighten Up.

I have a few months to work on that.

In the meantime, I’d better get cracking on this year’s contest.

And, if you’re interested, we’d love to have you join us.
Twitter: @Lauranh

Friday, December 27, 2013

Amazed by sudden discovery of a dog fear

Most people find this fact shocking:

I’ve never had a pet of any kind.

No dogs, no cats, no fish. No birds, no lizards, no fireflies.

The closest I come is an out-of-control collection of Boyd’s Bears that has taken up just about all the wall space in my bedroom.

But, I don’t have to walk them, or feed them or even talk to them the keep them among the living.
Because, well, they’re teddy bears.

What’s really odd about the placement of the collection is I’m one of those people who takes seriously the advice to treat your bedroom as a sleep zone.

There’s no TV, no books or board games.

So, unless I buy myself a pair of night vision goggles, I’ll never be able to check out Adora or Jeb sitting on the shelf in the dark.

During this no-pet existence, I’ve successfully dodged most of my friends’ tales of pet ownership, which usually seem to involve cleaning up things that have exited a body cavity and landed on their most expensive piece of furniture or clothing.

But, in this modern age, I’ve found myself enamored with all of the cute stuff our furry friends find themselves getting into.

Yes, Keyboard Cat has caught my eye.

So, too, has that bitter-looking feline named Grumpy Cat.

Oh, the messes these rascals are getting into.

Because it’s not my Christmas tree they’re knocking over, or my toilet paper roll they’re unfurling throughout the entire house, I can just sit back and laugh and laugh and laugh.

My lack of pet knowledge recently attracted me to my new obsession — a video showing dogs that are afraid to walk past cats.

I never knew this was a thing until someone linked to it on Facebook.

Now, every time someone links to this video, I have to click on it.

The poor pups.

The menacing cats.

The owners struggling to get their pets to get along.

And failing.

The three-minute-plus video depicts dogs of all sizes frozen in place by kitty cats they assume will pounce as they put a paw in their path.

Some howl. Some scratch the door, in a plea for help. Some just sit down on the spot and make it clear they’re not budging until the cat high-tails it.

That never happens.

Toward the end of the video (, some of the pups finally give in and walk past. I’m guessing they needed to go outside, if you know what I mean.

In nearly every case, the cat picks up a paw and swipes at the dog moving by.

One cat punches a beagle right in the face!

One owner objects, and tells the cat, “You’re so mean!”


I never realized I was missing out on this incredible phenomenon.

I’m not alone, apparently.

In my unscientific poll of people I’ve shown the video, they didn’t know it, either.
Did you?

I find it remarkable!

I mean, I guess I always just thought they were chasing each other around the house, a more civilized version of cat and mouse.

I’ve always been a little bit untrusting of cats, with their inquisitive looks and devil-may-care perches atop anything they darn well please.

But I didn’t know dogs were with me on that one!

I just have to hope my friends tire of posting the video, because every time I see it, I’m clicking and there goes another three minutes of my life.

But, what a three minutes!
Twitter: @Lauranh

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Full lives, full of promise in military academy interviews

When the big white envelope shows up in my mailbox at work, it’s like Christmas morning.

I pull it out, knowing full well what’s in it, but I still check the return address to make sure it’s the gift I’m expecting.

Sure enough, two weeks ago when I turned it over after pulling it from the cubbyhole, the name “David Joyce” stared back at me. Then, just like 5-year-old me did with the presents my mom had hidden around the house all those years ago, I hustled out of sight and got out the scissors, cutting off the top just so, making sure not to make a slice into any of the contents.

A peek inside found the greatest gift of all — information packets from the 14 young men and women I’d be meeting Dec. 7 as part of their process to secure a nomination to one of the United States military academies.

The students are seniors at high schools in the 14th Congressional District, which Joyce serves in the U.S. House of Representatives. Joyce is in the first year of his first term, after replacing Steve LaTourette.

LaTourette did these events just about every year, inviting everyday citizens from his district to form a panel that gets to quiz the youngsters hoping to score an appointment to attend either the United States Naval Academy in Annapolis, Md.; U.S. Military Academy in West Point, N.Y.; U.S. Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs, Colo.; or Merchant Marine Academy in Kings Point, N.Y.

The Coast Guard Academy does not require a nomination from a member of Congress, the vice president or the president.

As with most years in recent time, the Naval Academy got the most action on interview day. What is regarded as one of the top engineering schools in the country is highly popular among seniors seeking appointments, both for those studies and for its reputation as one of the toughest schools around.

So, no, these are not young adults looking to just get by.

Once I receive my packets, I carve out time in the evening to sit and read them over. I look for the tiniest facts about the students — why did this one take up the tuba; what does the one who’s volunteered more than 1,100 hours get out of that much time serving the underprivileged; and when’s the last time the girl with all As in high school actually got a B?

I enjoy reading about them and then meeting them, trying to figure out just how accurate were those who wrote letters on their behalf.

A St. Ignatius senior from Sagamore Hills had what I consider the greatest comment in any packet I’ve read during my five years of sitting on this panel:

“His papers were almost completely free from the annoying grammatical errors that plague the writings of most people his age.”

It’s a statement only an editor could love. Going in to the interviews, I knew I had to find out how he got so good at it.

A little more background on him, before I share his answer: He scored a 32 on the ACT and a 2280 on the SAT. Perfect scores are 36 and 2400.

He said in his personal essay that he’s long known the military was for him.

“From my earliest days, I’ve been inculcated with the importance of our nation’s armed forces…”

If you’re wondering, “inculcated” means, according to, “to implant by repeated statement or admonition; or teach persistently and earnestly.”

When it was my turn to address him, I honed in on the writing.

His response: “I just like it.”

Sigh. And let’s move on.

We met a young man from Perry High who wants to be a Marine, “because of the way they carry themselves.”

He pointed us to his transcript and took head-on a few Cs in his early high school years.

“I’m not the smartest guy in this room, but I’ll work harder than most.”

He said he had to learn something basic when he got into high school.

“I did not know how to study, at all,” he said, explaining the special value in taking advanced placement courses. “AP classes taught me how to study.”

Every year, one candidate stands out at the end for me. It’s usually not the academics, or athletic skill, or even the military dream.

This year, it was a senior at Jefferson High School in Ashtabula County.

She caught the attention of all of us with a transcript that showed off straight As from eighth grade.

“When is the last time you got a B?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a B,” she said, looking off in the distance, clearly wracking her brain to remember the wayback of her education.

When asked to list a leadership failure from her recent past and what she learned from it, she focused on the lost potential of having her favorite extracurricular activity, Model United Nations, dropped due to budget cuts.

What did she do about it? She became the adviser herself and kept the team going and scoring victories at meets.

But when I asked about her decision to quit softball after earning a letter as a freshman, she left me in tears.

She said it was incredibly hard, but that she knew she needed to get a job, in order to help her family make ends meet and pay for things she needed. She said, though, that when she went to sign up again, after having to get a second job, her coach said she’d have to pick between work and sports to be able to take part.

This 17-year-old described how hurt she was by the coach’s demands, and failure to understand the situation. She said she was easily able to walk away.

Anyone want to talk about the maturity level of today’s teenagers?

Then there’s the senior at Kenston, who’s a first-generation American. He said his father emigrated to America from Austria.

He’s a volunteer, a decorated athlete, and a member of the National Honor Society.

But, he said what sets him apart is a level of patience he’s gained from a significant number of tragedies that have occurred in his 17 years. Among them was the death of his uncle, Geauga County Juvenile/Probate Court Judge Charles “Chip” Henry, the victim of a drunken driver.

He said he thinks constantly of how far he and his father have come in their lives.

“He started from nothing,” he said. “To go from that to be considered for acceptance to one of the finest institutions, means more than I can put into words.”

I’ll give it a try.

Regardless of what happens in this process, my friend, you and the others I met on Dec. 7 are superstars.

As happens every year when I leave Lakeland Community College, I’m resting easier knowing that you and so many more like you are the leaders of the future.

We’re in good hands.

Friday, December 6, 2013

Look, up in the sky: That's no bird, it's my purchase!

Bad Laura!

I’m a little angry with myself for missing the biggest shopping news since the first store opened.

On Sunday night during CBS’ broadcast of “60 Minutes,” I was wasting time watching some lame holiday special on a channel I normally don’t watch.

I should have been tuned in to see unveil its plan for shipping its many goods around the world.

Yes, CEO Jeff Bezos announced that the company intends to employ drones to make its deliveries.

But don’t get too excited. They’ll only be able to deliver within a 10-mile radius of Amazon’s distribution centers.

Where’s the closest one to us here in the Cleveland area? It appears to be Indiana or Pennsylvania.

So, no dice.

For now.

But, as “60 Minutes” was still airing, Twitter and Facebook were giving a real-time look at how quickly people’s brains were processing the many other applications for the technology.

A firefighter friend pointed to a discussion of delivery of relief supplies in an emergency.

A newspaper friend suggested drones might be able to deliver the paper in the morning. And, since Bezos just recently bought The Washington Post, I’ll be looking for this idea in the next few weeks.

Other friends focused on more conveniences it could provide — fast food delivery, prescriptions called in by the doctor arriving on the doorstep of the sick person, and the elimination of tedious trips around the grocery store.

My concerns lie not only with the lack of participation for those of us in Ohio.

Both Indiana and Pennsylvania have the weather flux we endure here, so I wonder if rain or freezing rain or sleet or snow or wind or lightning or tornadoes or hurricanes cause grounding that will delay the arrival of goods?

If they just slow down in these everyday occurrences, how does a five-day drone wait beat six-day standard shipping?

I know what you’re thinking — one day better. The worth in that case would depend on the cost, I’m afraid.

How many people are going to lose their jobs because of the drones?

If we follow the logic of my friends and their invented uses, it could be a whole lot of them.

If the drones catch on like, well, Amazon did, then we’ll be dodging boxes all day long as we’re moving about town.

What’s in them will be anyone’s guess, but the thing they’ll have in common is that a human being used to handle them.

How much information do they have about me?

It’s Amazon, so they already have my credit card number saved from a purchase I made in 2010. Even though I’m pretty sure I told them not to.

But are they collecting data on me and storing it along with pictures of my neighborhood?

Guess it doesn’t really matter that much because Amazon isn’t alone in the drone dream-world. Turns out UPS and Google also are studying the idea.

If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.

The drones would certainly eliminate an annoying issue with deliveries — drivers’ habit of parking wherever they feel like it while delivering a package. Blocking walkways, or parking in turning lanes on busy city streets is nothing to them.

A fly-in and drop-off by a drone would definitely clear up traffic.

So, as this technology takes shape, I’ll be anxious to see how soon I’ll turn from looking up information on my delivery via computer to looking up in the sky for my package.

Check us out, one step closer to that world the Jetsons promised us so long ago.