 I don’t know if the three or four of you care or not, but we made history last night. We broadcasted high school basketball around here live in video on the internet. It marks a change. What used to be radio (high school basketball) is now video (Facebook Live.)
 Hart Ditch I went for a bike ride this evening. I forgot that when it’s 50 degrees at sunset, the sky turns purple and even in the midst of working too much there’s peace at the end of the river.
It was a regular radio day. The last for a while.  Great turnout last night at the Haven House bowling fundraiser, especially among police and fire. Radio = chains
Facebook = freedom. I’ve been bitching about this for years. I’m the local radio guy. I’m the local Facebook Live guy. Give me some credibility on this. What it boils down to is that I can do just about whatever I want on Facebook Live – except, of course, play copyrighted music. But when it comes to radio, I’ve got to abide by a ream of rules a couple inches thick.  That's not me. It's my brother, along with his daughter Katie and son Al. It’s 7:23 on Saturday morning. Sitting in bed. Underwear, teeshirt, no socks and a really nasty big toe. That’s what happens when you keep your feet locked up in athletic shoes half your life.
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I run radio stations and a streaming video network in Hammond, Ind., and write this blog.
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