In need of sources... Again

I returned to the Inner Richmond on Tuesday afternoon. This time I was hoping to get two sources for my final story which I am doing on the renovated Richmond Branch Public Library. I need a total of seven sources for my final story. Today I ended up talking to four people, but only getting one source. This was a waste of my time, fortunately, you live and learn through life experiences.

I had taken the 44--O'Shaughnessy to Sixth Avenue and Geary Blvd. I decided to begin my search for sources from there. I headed North to Clement Street. The first person I talked to was a lady that headed in the opposite direction I was going. She told me she wasn't from the neighborhood.

"Excuse me, what do you think of the library being restored," I asked, not realizing I used the wrong word.

"It's not a restoration" she said. "It's a renovation."

"Can I ask you some questions," I asked.

"I'm not from this neighborhood," she said.

"Have a nice day," I said, as I walked towards Sixth Avenue and Clement Street.

I headed to 9th Avenue and Clement Street, where Walgreens' is located. I stood there for five minutes, hoping to find someone to list down as a source for my final story.

I asked a man wearing a cap if I could ask him questions. His name was Wayne Sweet. I ended up talking to him for three minutes. My first source.

Then I went to the Richmond Library, which looked open to a few people. I behind the fence, hoping to get two librarians to interview for my assignment. By the time I got to the door, I stopped to look carefully if I could enter. I reached for the door, when six people, started to walk out. One of them was a woman with crutches, Doreen Kilzer-Hill.

I introduced myself like I always do when reporting in my neighborhood.

"What do you think of the library being renovated," I asked.

"Fantastic," Doreen said.

I continued to ask her about the library being renovated. Then she mentioned someone who I could talk to. Next thing I knew is that I was going to the sidewalk because everyone was going about their business.

I headed to 10th Avenue, hoping to see the other side of the library. As I headed to my destination, I started to wonder: Was I wasting my time in my neighborhood by having come here this late? It sure felt like it because I had only found one source for my final story.

The last person I interviewed was a woman I found sitting on the steps of the Star of The Sea Church, Sr. Loretta. I took her for a homeless woman at first until she told me she was a missionary. I even tried to list her down as a source for my final story, but she told me she didn't have a form of contact.

I went to the bus stop. I think coming to the Inner Richmond after 5 p.m. had been a mistake, but at least I got one source to get the ball rolling.