Another truck rolls by and for a
Moment I am in the dark. The sun
Is blocked out. I don’t know what to
Do other than keep typing.
Moment I am in the dark. The sun
Is blocked out. I don’t know what to
Do other than keep typing.
 Me and Steve Fachalos, originally from Hammond, at Hinkle Fieldhouse for the St. Johns vs. Butler game One of the things I noticed near the end of my so-called trading career was how long it took to get ready to trade.
In the beginning, I could wake up and rush to the train and be on the floor in an hour, not thinking at all about what I would be doing that day. The bell would ring and I would simply open my mouth and start yelling with the rest of the fellas. There is a me on the other side of me.
I can’t get to him right now. He lives on the other side of task. I pedal as fast as I can to get to the light. I see me on the other side of the street. After a while, you wonder where this is all supposed to go. I mean – why continue to write this thing?
I know. I know. We have set as our course to record the transition of radio from what it is to what it will be. We are doing this for posterity. People in the future may want to know how things were. |
I run radio stations and a streaming video network in Hammond, Ind., and write this blog.
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