A big part of my radio life right now is that daughter Jeanie is leaving for New York City in less than a week. She just graduated from the University of Wisconsin in, of all things, journalism, and now she's heading to the Big Apple where her boyfriend lives and grew up. I don't know why but it seems like it was a lot easier when we dropped her off at Ogg Hall in Madison four years ago. That didn't seem so final. This does.
9:45pm on Sunday.
A big part of my radio life right now is that daughter Jeanie is leaving for New York City in less than a week. She just graduated from the University of Wisconsin in, of all things, journalism, and now she's heading to the Big Apple where her boyfriend lives and grew up. I don't know why but it seems like it was a lot easier when we dropped her off at Ogg Hall in Madison four years ago. That didn't seem so final. This does. 5:06am. Friday.
My phone blew up with talk of the mayor of Hammond and the well-known Pierogifest somehow parting ways. And producer Ryan somehow lined up a ringleader of the festival - Tom Dabertin - to call in at 6:45. Next up is the mayor of Hammond at 7:20 or so. I'm not sure what this is all about but it might or might not be good radio. Last night I stepped out of comfort zone B and went for some drinks with a guy I went to high school with and then traded with at the Chicago Board of Trade. Actually, we traded together at the MidAmerica Exchange, which was a subset of the Board of Trade. It was the minor leagues of trading... and I stayed there for ten years or maybe a little more. That's about the same length of time that I've operated in the minor leagues of radio. I must be comfortable in the minor leagues. Crash Davis is my hero. 4:49pm on a Thursday.
Rarely do I doubt how I've handled a situation on the air. Sometimes I lay in bed before sleep and review the morning's radio show - "Shoulda said this really perfect thing to caller Bob...:" or "maybe I shouldn't have gotten so mad and called caller Elephant an 'idiot.'" Stuff like that. But today's a little different. Caller Carl from Hessville showed up at the studio a little after 6am with a poem in his hand. And I read it on the air. You tell me if it was the right thing to do. The poem's in the blog entry below. 6:50am. Carl from Highland asked Patricia Hofmiller to write a poem about Lauren Calvillo, the 16-year-old shot and killed on her porch in Hammond. Carl dropped the poem off at the studio. Here it is.
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I run radio stations and a streaming video network in Hammond, Ind., and write this blog.
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