I try to write something here as much as I can. I have been so busy at work, it's been hard lately to put much thought into a well crafted post. I'm not sure tonight is the one that will reverse the trend. I have a number of things on my mind and tomorrow I hope to post a few. I appreciate the ever steady increase in hits on the website.
When I grew up in the middle of nowhere, I wanted to escape as quickly as possible. I am not sure where I escaped to, but at least it was somewhere that had something within five miles. It had highways, stores that stayed open past six oclock, and a place where you could eat 24 hours a day. As I get older, I think I would now like to escape back to nowhere. I'd like to spend my final days in a place that requires a four wheel drive to get to.
When I grew up in the middle of nowhere, I wanted to escape as quickly as possible. I am not sure where I escaped to, but at least it was somewhere that had something within five miles. It had highways, stores that stayed open past six oclock, and a place where you could eat 24 hours a day. As I get older, I think I would now like to escape back to nowhere. I'd like to spend my final days in a place that requires a four wheel drive to get to.
I am a fan of Jesse Colin-Young. He had the coolest hair back then. He and his band the Youngbloods had the big song "Come Together". He had a few really tasty songs afterward, one being "Ridgetop", the story of just the place where I could call my home. Maybe someday...
Here's Jesse singing the song from a few years ago..
Doing an airshift once a week is a bitch. I can't get into much of a rhythm, but I do the best I can. Last night's show was subpar, just couldn't get the whole thing to flow. That follows last week's show which I thought was one of the better ones. Being on air is something that needs to be done every day, but I ain't complainin' just trying to understand how the weekend guys do it. It's hard to get better doing ANYTHING once a week. Side note...if an engineer saw you with a Coke that close to the control board, he would shove it somewhere that the sun doesn't shine. 
As I was walking from my car to the station the other day (about three blocks) I smelled something so uniquely wonderful that it just about knocked me over (and something different than the usual urine smell). I can only describe it as "burgers and fries". There is a certain smell of cooking burgers and fries that takes me back to working for my mom at the diner in downtown Moline. Isn't it wierd how smelling something can just ship you immediately back in time? I swear I heard "Everybody Plays The Fool" in the distance.
We are reaching a point in the college basketball season that I just love. The big boys are getting knocked off left and right and we're getting down to crunch time. I have two favorite teams this year, one being Drake. Who? The school from Des Moines hasn't really had much exposure, but this is an excellent team (they beat another excellent team in Butler at Butler). They are coached by Tom Davis' son, who used to coach at Iowa and seem to play very hard all of the time. I am also rooting for Tennessee and Vanderbilt. I love Tennessee's coach and they are about to be number one for the first time in school history. Bruce Pearl looks like someone you can sit and have a cold one with. John Calipari on the other hand, looks like he wouldn't give you the time of day. Vanderbilt just because I drove by the school everyday on my way to work in Nashville.
One year ago, I was in Nashville and had just about realized that the station I was working at had no clue what to do to win. It was about this time that I was exploring how to get out, through the grace of God, I found it. Now, I am so busy at KMOX I can't go to lunch (not a complaint). Speaking of Nashville, my oldest daughter may have a chance to move there if things work out. It would be great from them to go, I am not sure what future possibilities the Quad Cities may have to offer.
Sometimes, I let my nostalgia get the best of me, I seem to look back with rose colored glasses. Oh, our lives were so so much better back then, huh? I was watching "CBS Sunday Morning" and they had an interview with Jessica Lange who grew up in the middle of nowhere in Minnesota. She talked about how isolated, lonely and alone she felt growing up so far out of reach. That got me thinking about my 14th year on the planet. Absolute brutality. I had acne so bad that sometimes, the pimples would get raw and explode on my pock marked face. I had just received my first pair of glasses, and was starting to notice girls who at that time thought I was "gross". All I had was basketball and the songs on the radio. My brother was in VietNam, my father wasn't there, my mother (God love her) was drunk and my sister was too young. I did the best I could and just hung on for dear life. I remember those times as me desparately trying to escape, and be a part of all the things I heard that were happening all over the country. Unfortunately, all I could do was read about it. Thank God I had these songs which helped the pain of being 14.
