Something new, but the same
The Meigs Independent Press is going through a change, the face you all know, Carrie, has taken a job at WTAP as assignment editor. With this change we knew that Meigs County would be without a reliable news source. So with that in mind the torch has been handed off to the guy behind the scenes. Brent Rose, Carrie’s husband. For several years now he has served more behind the scenes with drone footage, videography, reporting, and more.
Brent is a native of Racine, and works a full time job, but wants to keep Meigs County informed. The MIP is not going anywhere, just going to be handled a little different. He has dedicated his entire life to service of Meigs County through volunteering with organizations such as the Meigs County Fair Board and with the Racine Fire Department. He worked for 20 plus years in local law enforcement.
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“There are times that doors open, and you just have to walk through them. The MIP turns 10 years old in 2023. It is still going to be here for Meigs County. WE will still be here for Meigs County. My role is just going to be different,” Carrie Rose said.
“The one thing I ask is for patience, I am learning how to be a news reporter/editor/ad sales person. Being in charge of the MIP is a bit out of my wheelhouse, but I am willing to learn. This will be like a part time job for me. My goal is to keep Meigs County informed. Again I ask you to please be patient as I’m sure I will make mistakes, I will attempt to correct them and learn,” said Brent Rose.
He added, “I will leave you with a favorite poem of mine…”
The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.