They say that pictures are worth 1,000 words.
But they don't always tell the whole story.
On Tuesday, the day after General Motors filed for bankruptcy, the Register ran a photo of the Foster Chevrolet Cadillac dealership.
The photo was meant only as an example of a local dealership, but many readers who apparently didn't read the accompanying articles jumped to the conclusion that Foster was going bankrupt, said Dawson Foster, general manager of the dealership.
"We've had about 20 phone calls on people thinking we filed bankruptcy," he said. "I would think you'd read the article, too."
For the record, Foster Chevrolet Cadillac is doing fine. In fact, it received a letter last week from GM stating that the dealership "has been identified by GM as one of its key dealers for the Chevrolet, Cadillac brands."
-- Tom Jackson
Thank goodness I didn't eat breakfast Wednesday.
If I had, there's a good chance I would have been cleaning it off the floor of the courtroom.
Some trials aren't for the faint of heart, and the one involving a man who bit another man on the arm so hard he shredded the flesh falls into that category.
The photographs of the wound are brutal.
Think of red meat. Now think of it located where skin and arm should be, and you have a pretty clear idea of the evidence in the trial.
I applaud the jurors in the case. They didn't wince -- let alone bat an eye -- when being shown the photos. Investigators, too, failed to register disgust at the sight of the mangled flesh.
I peeked at the photographs and grew woozy. I haven't felt that nauseated since making the poor decision to see the film "Saw."
Both the police and jurors had the difficult job of studying the evidence and making an informed conclusion about how the wound was caused.
My hat's off to them -- I just hope I don't toss my cookies into it.
-- Cory Frolik
Fallen feathered friends
OK, I admit it.
I have a soft spot for the creatures of the world.
I use the 'slipping a piece of paper under a cup' trick to take spiders outside. I'd rather go to the zoo than a rock concert. And I love taking my dog to the Erie MetroBark Park in Huron.
Naturally, I was dismayed when one of the highlights of the drive was suddenly whooshed to the ground by a strong gust of wind.
I didn't realize how habitually I looked for the bald eagle nest behind the Old Dutch Tavern until it was gone. The tree it used to occupy looks so empty without its pile of mud-packed sticks.
I was able to lament the loss with other animal-lovers at the re-nesting of one of the NASA Plum Brook eaglets at the Ottawa County Wildlife Refuge this week.
It was bittersweet seeing one baby eagle returned to the wild, while two other had their frozen remains returned to wildlife officials for proper disposal. One was from the Old Dutch nest and the other from the Oak Harbor golf course nest.
I guess that's nature.
-- Sarah Weber