It’s Tuesday night after Memorial Day. 10pm. As usual, it’s storming outside. In between bursts of thunder and flashes of light, I can hear the familiar hum of the Borman Expressway, 80-94.
This morning, I interviewed the governor of Indiana, Eric Holcomb. We talked, among other things, about highways like the Borman. The governor reiterated his commitment to improving the roads of Indiana, which is known as the “Crossroads of America.” Holcomb used this term several times.
The three or four of you might forget that on top of all of this digital crap we do, we still run two traditional radio stations. This means I spend a decent amount of time messing with transmitters, processors, DGA distributors, encoders, mixing boards, satellite receivers and modulators. It’s a part of the job I secretly enjoy.
It’s 2:45 on a Monday morning. You’re asleep. I wish I was. In a couple hours I’ll be standing on Indianapolis Boulevard yelling at trucks. You’ll be waking up. Hope you wake up with me on your nightstand.
If not, so be it. Perhaps you prefer reading my ramblings than listening to them. That’s okay. These ramblings will no doubt outlast my radio ramblings. So let’s eat a couple waffles and admire the audacity of 18-wheelers headed for the highway in the early morning.
Headed for the
light shows the way. Headlights
help, but nothing beats sun on
the early quay.
It’s 6:32 on a Saturday morning and I would normally be on my way to work out. But today is the Hard Hat golf outing. It’s when a bunch of union guys and contractors get together and hack up White Hawk Country Club in Crown Point. I’ll swear, smoke a cigar, and piss against a bush. All with impunity.