8:08 pm. One of the coolest things about being me is that for the last 33 years I get to lay down next to a hot Mexican chick from downtown Gary and the Calumet section of East Chicago. She can sniff out bullshit like no one I've ever met. Not only my bullshit, which is plentiful, but bullshit in general. I accept the world as it comes. She judges every moment of it. Before I leave the house, she runs an audit on:
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8:36 pm. Sunday night. I'm sitting in bed writing a blog to the three or four of you. I was thinking of going into my home studio and recording a "JED's Journal" video podcast or rambling recording or mumbo jumbo mish mash or whatever you want to call it. Instead, I'll just listen to Neil Young and tell you about nothing in particular.
For 18 years, I fought like holy hell in the pits of the Chicago Board of Trade. I made and lost a lot of money over the time that I ate overpriced meals in Chicago and flew to Vegas with a fistful of dollars in my pocket. I knew who I was. I was a trader. 5:28am. I'm sitting in the JEDtv/WJOB studios writing to you and doing a little reflecting after staying up most of the night watching news reports of bombing in Ukraine.
Run, baby, run. It's you. You've always been the one. I try in vain to catch up to have a little fun. 9:46 am. I'm back. I've been out with Covid for a couple weeks. I've got the fog, the forgetfulness. I forget that I don't write a blog anymore.
But it's never too late to learn ballroom dancing or how to make a birdhouse for the backyard. Don Fisher, the IU announcer, called in and tried to explain how the Hoosiers could lose four in a row. That's not an easy explanation. A lot of things have to go wrong for that many L's to appear on your website. |
I run radio stations and a streaming video network in Hammond, Ind., and write this blog.
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