5:30am – Started my radio show. I don’t really remember what I talked about for the first 90 minutes. Do you?
There’s not a lot you can say after a full day of radio stuff and then you gotta cook your own dinner. Alexis has another function this Thursday evening, so here I am finishing up some chicken and corn on the cob with a little fried zucchini covered with parmesan cheese. It might just sound good to the three or four of you, especially if it’s around dinnertime, but believe me, I’m at best a poor cook. Everything – and I mean EVERYTHING – tastes better when my wife cooks it.
5:30am – Started my radio show. I don’t really remember what I talked about for the first 90 minutes. Do you?
It’s 10:15 on the Wednesday night of holy week and the air is still enough to hear the peaceful hum of 18-wheelers on 80-94 three blocks away.
We spoke about this on the show this morning, me and my seven or eight listeners. I shared, in a moment of vulnerability, that it is comforting to me to listen to the rhythmic hum of the highway that carries the most trucks of any in America. It’s similar to white noise, but it’s trucks and motorcycles and minivans and Toyota Corollas. Once in a while there’s a siren. That messes the whole thing up.
rode on a scooter and wore a white baseball cap. She smiled. She’s 80-something.
“Are you the daughter or the wife?” Gloria said to Alexis, promulgating the notion that Gloria is always a showman. “Jim, look it’s Gloria. And she’s my new favorite person in the world.”
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I run radio stations and a streaming video network in Hammond, Ind., and write this blog.
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