My brother, who is a Public Affairs specialist with the Coast Guard in Seattle, wrote his first feature article last week.
I am a fan of thoughtful opening lines...
"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen."
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair."
"It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness."
Unlike these classics, Colin resisted the urge to use "it" as the first word in his first opening line: Starched white chef coats offset the team members from the background surfaces of the stainless steel counters, charred gas stovetops and an array of cooking pots, pans and utensils scattered throughout the room.
Bravo, Colin!
