Numbers won’t leave me alone.
55 – That’s how old I am. Every once in a while you look at how many years you lived and you realize how much time you wasted. Radio is not included in this calculation because radio is good and pure and beautiful. I believe this. It’s why I live this life of local radio and write a blog for the three or four of you.
I would like to carry the three or four of you around with me everywhere I go in this life of radio.
But the truth is that I can hardly carry myself. This life of radio includes:
I apologize like always to the three or four of you for not writing this blog that frequently over the last three weeks. We have a pact, the four or five of us, that I’ll write a thousand words a day on average so that future generations will know what it was like to live of life of local radio.
Radio is dying. We all accept that.
After 30-plus years, I sat through a three-hour class last night. It’s an accounting class. – a GRADUATE accounting class, which means in the first night we learned the difference between: