They work hard and are relentless. They practically sleep at the office and provide a much-needed jolt to staff morale and the rank and file. They are pursuers of the truth and are passionate about the concept of freedom of speech. They bleed contempt for those reporters who dare skip a Garth Brooks concert instead of covering an Ed Lee presser. They will OUT an assignment editor who doesn't send a correspondent to the Walnut Creek fountain for an MOS live shot. They live and breathe their job. They are the Cronkite and Koppel of today. Touch them. Giggle with them. Make goo-goo eyes with them after they leave the rest room. Let them know how much YOU appreciate them and tell them they are the greatest group in the Bay Area. Without them, we're all mush. Mush is gooey. Mush is bad. These people aren't mush. They are God. They are karma. They are us. All of us. They represent the truth and we're just damn humping happy and glad they're here. Peace and love.