Journalism can feel like hunting for treasure. Some days you do your research and find a few trinkets and you're satisfied, and sometimes you find big booty. Yesterday was one of those big booty days, when I pump my fist and realize the story is even better than I had planned.

I started a rule yesterday of No TV. While I need some chill time, it's dangerous to take a guy like me that usually doesn't have a signal and grazes on Netflix at home and lock him in a house with 200 channels and a nice LCD. Too many good movies, too many fun shows about hot cars. So No TV. That enabled the aforementioned booty finding and most of a new chapter.