Kim Block Fan Meets Idol | 'This Just In'
We’re on Washington Avenue, on our way to a surprise. “Look at that man!” Betty huffs. “On a phone!” Kim Block has reported on this: Cell phones are bad. Worse than confetti.
“It’s okay, Bet, he’s not driving.”
Head shake; three tsks.
“Bet, he’s not even in a car.”
Unconvinced, she remains silent as we pass the maligned pedestrian and pull into the Channel 13 parking lot. “Here we are,” I tell her. “Now guess.”
She glances around: no Walmart, no Macaroni Grill, no Rite Aid, her three most requested destinations whenever she visits my graffiti-ridden, cell-phone-talking, crime-infested metropolis.
“Look over there.”
She recognizes the logo, turns to me in disbelief: “Kim Block?”
“Kim Block is the surprise?”