I used to love bedtime stories. My dad's were my favorite because he did more voices, but I'd still listen to my mom if she'd read one. We all love stories, whether it's the drama of the theater, the comedy of the TV, the action of the movies or the interactive style of video games. And some of us still read, too.
We're a storytelling, and story consuming, race. It's how we first passed on knowledge and explained the world around us, through myths and folklore. It's how we remembered our ancestors and distant loved ones. It's how we warned our children of danger they couldn't understand.
To me, journalism is the continuation of that tradition. Reporters tell stories that mean something to the reader. They inform them of the world around them in the same way stories in the past did, but take it a step further, making efforts to prove the veracity of the information. It's the information, the classic purpose of storytelling, without all the bells and whistles of things like plot, drama and entertainment. It's storytelling for the person still on the lookout for their community’s citizens and safety.
That doesn’t mean there’s no place for a good “tall tale.” As I go to bed, I turn one of my favorite sitcoms on, with the volume low and the screen dark, a bedtime story to help me drift off.