When I was negotiating the sale of my sports card collection, Michael Osacky had indicated as a possible enticement that he would write about my collection for Parade Magazine. My story would be up in lights! Or newspaper! Anyways, he indicated he had some sort of role as a columnist for the magazine.
After I published my blog post, I sent him the link. He got back to me a little later and thanked me.
Yesterday he sent me a link to his own article. From what I can tell, this was his first article for Parade.
I thanked him for the article, but then after a while I started thinking about it.
He didn’t link to my original blog post at all. I couldn’t remember what stories I told him, and what stories he might have gotten from the blog post. I thought that the post itself was a nice remembrance of my dad, seen through the prism of my card collection.
Should he have linked to my post? Was it relevant? Was what he posted incomplete? It was about things, but not memories, feelings, or people. I’m not really sure what it’s about.
The author of the Parade post should definitely have linked to your 6/17 post (Remnants) in his Parade post. He certainly benefited both from your exchange, and from your story about it. And I’m not just saying this because I’m your wife. It’s common blogger [and just plain ol’] etiquette. In any case, it’s nice that the story was amplified by his post in Parade. It’s a sweet story.
I agree, he should have linked to your blog post to share your perspective on the event. I think it’s also kind of a “citing your sources” thing, even though his own source was that he bought the collection.
I’ll look for the article in the dead tree version of Parade this weekend! I have to admit, it’s one of the few things I pull and read from the Sunday paper besides the comics and the coupons. 🙂
Let me know if it shows up in the paper! I was going to ask you to also let me know who James Brady was in step with, but he apparently died in 2009, so I won’t be asking that!
Yes, your story was one of such love between a father and son. Something so dear and lasting with great memories. That would be the real story.