It's Monday night before bed and I just found out that John Goss died.
Who's John Goss?
He's a long-time referee in Lake County. A ton of times I would be announcing a big high school basketball game from the media desk right behind the scorer's table, and John Goss and Mike Waisnora would be reffing the game. We'd actually talk to each other and motion to each other throughout the game. And every once in a while I would rip on them wholeheartedly on the air for making a bad call.
It's 9:54 on Wednesday evening and a real radio host would watch the Chicago 10 o'clock news. But I'm not gonna do that. I already did my homework for tomorrow's show. I went to a local grocery store.
That's where I ran into a woman who has been working the register there for a lot of years. We know each other, in a way, because lots of time late in the evening I have to get a half gallon glass bottle of Oberweis milk, or I'll die. It's that bad, this addiction to Oberweis milk. Not to milk in general, just to the ice cold creaminess of Oberweis milk. It helps that it comes in a glass bottle.
It's 2:50 in the morning on a Wednesday. I'm back from Phoenix, Arizona, where Alexis and I watched nephew Craig Dedelow play a ton of baseball for Indiana University. The Hoosiers went 2-2 on the trip, losing to powerhouse Oregon State twice. The two losses were very painful to watch. Both were close games with great pitching on both sides. But IU managed only one run in 18 innings, and that was a solo home run by Craig. A lotta hours watching IU go three up, three down. Oregon State may win it all this year. They're that good.
There is hate and there is angst
and in between them both is
lost love and a feeling that
something really bad is
about to happen.
Welcome to the first 100 days
of the presidency of
Mr. Donald Trump.