Chronicle: A Love Story

Okay. Enough nonsense, let's get serious. I love Chronicle.



I was shocked recently to find out that some of my respected peers don't even know what Chronicle is -- that they've never taken a long and winding drive with Peter Mehegan down a main street or back road in his old Chevy. They've never enjoyed the effortless, sincere banter between Mary Richardson and Anthony Everett. They've never given themselves over for a half hour to learn, in HD, about coastal Maine, or Rhode Island's best B&Bs. To those deprived friends, I apologize on behalf of the universe.



You're probably like, "wow, Erin's being weirdly douchey and sarcastic". I assure you, I'm not. There's literally nothing I would rather watch on TV than a good Chronicle. Granted sometimes they miss the mark in an effort to be too current events-centric or political, but when they get it right, boy, do they get it right.

As you may or may not know, I spent a long period of time in the craziest, most stressful teaching job that's ever happened. Coming home at night and watching Chronicle made me feel at peace for a half hour the way nothing else could. I just love the show. Tons.

Yesterday I was informed that Chronicle was going to be filming our show at Improv Asylum. I lost my mind. I literally started shaking. We've performed in front of all kinds of crowds, but this made me really nervous! I desperately wanted to rush up to whichever reporter was there and beg for an internship. Would I give up my paying job to make coffee for Mary Richardson? Stupid question. Yes.


Unfortunately, Mary wasn't there, and neither was Anthony. The reporter in attendance left quickly after the show, so I missed the boat completely. But we had a half decent show, and maybe it will be a good segment.

Chronicle, if you're listening, I love you. I want to write for you. I want to travel to Gloucester to report on what's become of the fishing industry. Call me.

Love,
Erin