Isn't this the way it seems to go?
It seems no matter how much time, effort or research that goes into a story, there are always details you wish you had, but just can't track down for one reason or another.
In what must be some derivation of Murphy's Law, how often does that information become available after the story is written and published?
In Sunday's editions, I chronicled the early years of girls' sports at Champaign Central. One of the stories told by Cathy Stukel was about a 1977 snowstorm that caused havoc in the Twin Cities for folks trying to move around. One of her teammates, Jill Foley, lived in an area which hadn't been cleared and it didn't look likely that she could make her way to the school to catch the team bus to Lincoln for a sectional game.
Stukel recalled that someone -- "I don't remember who," she said -- drove to the Foley home on a snowmobile and transported the player to school.
On Monday morning, the office phone rang and it was Jill Foley, who now lives in Lansing, Mich. Of course, she remembered who picked her up on the snowmobile and made sure she got to school. It was a fellow Central student, one who so dearly loved volleyball that he was helping coach Karon Rasmussen as a student assistant.
It was John Dixon, the same John Dixon who is now the photo editor of The News-Gazette. Stukel said Central wouldn't have won that sectional match without Foley. And now we know, the rest of the story.