Being a reporter is a lot less glamorous than Hollywood likes to make it. A typical day, if there is such a thing, is juggling what feels like a million different plates in the air while becoming a master of the subject du jour before heading out to an assignment, interview ormeeting, ahead of sitting down to write. On rare occasions, it’s quiet in the newsroom. The Wednesday following Memorial Day was one of those rare occasions – until it wasn’t.

It all started with a phone call about broken channel markers in the Intracoastal Waterway, the 3,000-mile inland…