It's 8:47 on a Tuesday morning and I just did a radio show then went and had breakfast. On the way back into the studios here at the Purdue Northwest Commercialization Center I ran into two guys who are waiting to go on the air. They were just on the Mike Rowe Show, which, if I'm not mistaken, only airs on Facebook Live. Imagine that.
Tissues on the nightstand
by a bottle of Advil and some Alka Seltzer Plus. I am resigned to the fact that a November cold will come. It’s 3;55am on a rainy Thursday morning. And due to the demands of the job, it is only in the early morning that I can find the time to tell you about My Radio Life.
Yesterday, I opened the radio show, as always, by roaming the sidewalk of Indianapolis Boulevard. The camera looks outside at me through a window that often fogs up. I look like a ghost to Facebook Live and Twitter video. Sometimes I feel like one. It’s 4:30am on the day after Halloween, so I have about 25 minutes to pump out a thousand words. That’s 50 words a minute. Let’s see if it happens.
Radio passes at the speed of electromagnetic radiation. Yesterday, Verlie and I did the show. We took some calls, disagreed on some stuff, and then she left and I went and worked out. Electromagnetic radiation holds us all together. |
I run radio stations and a streaming video network in Hammond, Ind., and write this blog.
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