Friday, December 2, 2011
Press credentials are like a reporter's backstage pass, ID cards on a lanyard with a generic photo and network information that prove we belong behind the figurative (and occasionally, literal) curtain. I've got a whole stack of them in my office, swinging casually from the doorknob, ready to grab when I go out on assignment. I recently happened upon one I hadn't noticed before. Apparently, Kiddo wanted credentials of her own. Must've been hoping it would get her special access at Disney on Ice.