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Kassandra and the trainee

Jason Sandford April 27, 2008

Jason Sandford

Jason Sandford is a reporter, writer, blogger and photographer interested in all things Asheville.

So Kassandra Pride was out at the Cinebarre Sunday afternoon to cover the Chelsea Clinton visit. I’m not going to go on and on about the story at 6:30 tonight – the local news was delayed and shortened because of an NBA game, and the Chelsea story didn’t contain a single soundbyte from Chelsea. No, I’m not going to bitch about that. I’m here to tell you about something that could be far scarier – Kassandra appeared to be training a newbie.

I watched as Kassandra’s sidekick put on her make-up and did several takes with the cameraman, talking and walking for what looked like an introduction to a Chelsea story. I watched as the sidekick asked Kassandra for advice. In the end, I guess it was all just practice, because it was Special K on the news.

I hope the new girl took lots of notes.

Jason Sandford

Jason Sandford is a reporter, writer, blogger and photographer interested in all things Asheville.

Kassandra smiles

Dom

4 Comments

Deborah Potter May 1, 2008

Hey Mike-IE. I remember that day well, and figured the gal was an intern when I saw Jason’s post.

Don’t you just LOVE Ashvegas?!?!

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HATER BLOCKER April 29, 2008

Hey, Porsha is one of Mars Hill’s finest. I’ve seen some of her work on TvMHC she’s pretty good! She’s the prodigy child for Mars Hill. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s extremely famous some day. And Kassandra well she’s great my favorite reporter I only watch WLOS when she’s on! Stop hating!

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Mr Big Stuff April 29, 2008

Quit picking on Kassandra! I met her. She’s a sweetheart and even more beautiful in person.

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Mike April 28, 2008

Hey, Ash, that’s one of MHC’s finest. Porsha’s been interning at ‘LOS this semester. Weekends are a good time for interns or otherwise newbies to get some out-in-the-field experience they might not be able to get during the week.

Just ask Deb Potter about that fateful Saturday in 1991 or ’92 that she got stuck with this cub-producer-wannabe-reporter tagging along. The result: some of the worst on-camera presence ever seen. Think "shifty eyed, monotoned, ghost white, stiff as a board guy in a tie reporting amongst the granolas at the Black Mountain Festival," and you’ll have a mental image almost as bad as the real thing.

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