While it’s true The Door is a weekly feature written by a journalist, about journalism, and inspired by clippings taped to a 50-year-old door that shields real journalists from dangerous emissions from a mostly-working commode located in an actual newsroom, it is — like the commode itself — available for anyone to enjoy! That’s because The Door does not judge. It does not discriminate. It does not prejudge.
It also does not seal properly, but that’s beside the point.
As regular followers of this feature know, The Door celebrates the best and worst in journalism since the 1970s, when reporters here at the Siuslaw News taped the first erroneous clipping to The Door in an effort to highlight the “shame, blame and brilliance” of journalism, as well as cover a fist-sized hole in The Door that, while a handy pass-through for toilet paper, made decorum nearly impossible.
Think of The Door as the Oregon Coast equivalent of a journalistic Smithsonian, except without all the pompous credibility and historic distinction. Journalist or not, join us now as we travel back to 1999, when Eugene’s Register-Guard printed a report from the Associated Press that falls under the rare “brilliance” category of The Door.
However, we must first join hands and, in keeping with the ancient ritual first establish as far back as eight weeks ago, repeat the following chant in a monotoned voice similar to a guest speaker at a proctologists convention:
The Door is a beacon, drawing us into the jagged rocks of journalism
As I mentioned, this week’s edition is a rare example of “brilliance” found on The Door, and includes the headline as well as a couple of cheeky examples of word play in the actual body of the story…
If you ever needed a reason to avoid Port Angeles, Wash., the thought of a man running around in banana costume exposing himself while brandishing a shotgun could be reason enough. According to the article, he was riding around in a car with a “bunch” of friends. Among the “bunch” was an 18-year-old woman who wasn’t arrested, and was instead “allowed to split.”
I think it’s worth noting, after his arrest, the man couldn’t explain why he was in a banana costume. I can’t help but wonder if the pressures of making those Fruit of the Loom commercials finally got to the poor Banana Man…