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Best Palm Beach Post Writer Fort Lauderdale and Palm Beach 2009 - Michael LaForgia

"At night it gets darker out here than in other places," he begins. "It's a yawning, special kind of dark, deepened by acres of cane so still and quiet they can keep secrets." It's a story about Pahokee, the sugarcane town torn by gang violence—and the death of the captain of the football team. It was one of the best Palm Beach Post stories of 2008. And it was written by Michael LaForgia. He might not win those in-depth reporting or public service awards, but the young police reporter does something even more impressive: He manages to sprinkle a bit of the art and craft of storytelling into everything he writes. Whether it's a telling detail in a brief about a murder or a poetic lead like the Pahokee story, he does the things that help readers connect to stories. In a culture in which reporters are asked to do more with less and editors speak only in inches, LaForgia seems to actually care about the quality of his prose. If more writers did that, the newspaper industry wouldn't be as dark and bleak as those acres of cane.

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naqash899

My office is at the 4th floor of the building but I always use the stairs to go up. It's always great to have an exercise. My friend call it Earth exercise. Patio Furniture

Isaiah 10: 5-16
Isaiah 10: 5-16

Ah, Michael, the rod of my anger; the staff in their hands is my fury! Against a godless nation I send him, and against the people of my wrath I command him, to take spoil and seize plunder, and to tread them down like the mire of the streets."

Revelation 3:18
Revelation 3:18

Michael, I counsel you to buy from me gold refined by fire, so that you may be rich, and white garments so that you may clothe yourself and the shame of your nakedness may not be seen, and salve to anoint your eyes, so that you may see.

French
French

Hot damn, we gotta find that boy and sign him to a big fat contract.

Ole Billy
Ole Billy

Zounds! 'Tis a fine bard he. A painter of words like the masters of olde!

Shire Dweller
Shire Dweller

Hot damn son! Where'd that boy learn to write like that?

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