A while back I wrote a piece about how each and every day of the year bears some special designation.

The fact is, not one of the 365 dates on the Gregorian calendar is without the label “National This-or-That Day” in the United States. For that matter, all 52 weeks are “National Something-or-Other Week” and all 12 months are “National Such-and-Such Month.”

To take it one step further, every day, week and month now has several “special” designations because there are so dang many. But it is what it is – recognition is big business these days because everyone craves it.

Anyway, on Wednesday of last week I was working on some more 911-related stuff and paid a visit to the office of the soon-to-be-defunct Wri-Tex 911. During my stay, the women working the shift informed me that I had coincidentally dropped in during “National Telecommunicators Week” (which takes place each year in the second week of April, as a way to reflect on the important role of the 911 dispatcher as the “first first-responder”). Since I didn’t see any balloons or streamers hanging from the ceiling or cake frosting on the corners of the ladies’ mouths, I knew they were all taking their big week in stride, which I respected knowing how taken for granted they are.

Doug Davison

Doug Davison

And I thought it was interesting that I had wandered into their territory smack in the middle of their “week.”

“What are the odds?” I said.

But when I left, I began to wonder. My brain went (unsurprisingly) in an analytical direction and I was like, “OK, what about folks in the journalism field? What about a special day or days for that?”

Not that I really care. And not that I would expect anyone to come to the Herald office and leave a bouquet of roses with a card addressed to the staff, or sneak a “thanks for all you do” card containing an Amazon.com gift card or Olig’s Barbecue gift certificate into the only drawer of my little desk (hint, hint).

No, my thought process wasn’t about atta-boys or freebies, I was simply curious. I mean, there’s time set aside dedicated to almost everything else, so what about the unheralded (it was right there so I had to snatch it) journalists who toil at newspapers? We’re as undeserving of having special days as everyone else who already does, aren’t we?

Having to – of course – go the rest of the way down the mental road I had started traveling, I quickly went to Google as soon as time allowed and there was a computer screen in front of my ever-aging grill. I kind of nodded my head when I discovered Nov. 17 is National Journalism Day. With a little more research I found that Oct. 6-12 is National Newspaper Week.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” I thought.

Now, I’m sort of a realist, so I figure most people haven’t used any of their vacation time on previous National Journalism Days or Newspaper Weeks for the same reason most passed on the option to celebrate National Telecommnicators Week and they’ll likely skip out on National Garbage Man Day (June 17) and National Chocolate Covered Insect Day (Oct. 14). Let’s face it – even if someone wanted to, there are so many “special days” now that it’s literally impossible to fit them all in a schedule that only lasts about 80 years. Not to mention I’m not even sure what the real point is of all these designations, other than perhaps somehow benefiting some guy or gal sitting in a big leather chair somewhere in a corner room of a skyscraper.

Then again, now that the cat’s out of the bag (or newspaper wrapping), this is an opportunity to set the table for this year’s passing of the two big journalistic holidays. Yep, maybe it’s time we go all out and put up banners on light poles from Oct. 6-12 and paint the town red on Nov. 17.

Maybe a parade of convertibles with a police escort is in order. Maybe the City of Houston’s big fire truck can extend its ladder over U.S. 63 with a big flag hanging from it bearing the National Newspaper Association logo.

Maybe city and county proclamations are in order (since that’s another popular method people use to get recognition for issues and organizations they have an interest in). Maybe students should write essays. Heck, maybe school should be out, just like during deer season in Summersville.

OK, maybe not.

Basically, I don’t think many people will even bat an eye during National Fish Wrap Week or on National Spin the Issue Your Way Day, and I probably won’t either. Still, I guess it’s nice knowing that someone, somewhere cares – even if it’s just a skyscraper-dwelling guy or gal in a big leather chair.

Doug Davison is a writer, photographer and newsroom assistant for the Houston Herald.  Email: ddavison@houstonherald.com.

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