You don't have to hit me over the head with a hammer before I get the message.
Or do you?
I just got back from a quick trip to Pittsburgh for the Thrival festival. This is a celebration of innovation and music for six days. I went for one day. Mont Handley, the director of the Purdue Northwest Commercialization and Manufacturing Excellence Center, and I are trying to figure out if we want to hold a similar event in the Center on Indianapolis Blvd. Lotta work. Lotta work. But in the end it could attract attention for the center and eventually we could turn Gary, Hammond, East Chicago from a steel town into a venture capital town.
It's 6:28am and I'm importing some Grateful Dead songs for "Dead Air," this show that Lane Paradis and I are doing on WJOB now. It takes a while to import the songs - since Lane doesn't know how to save to a file on a thumb drive, just to a CD - so in the meantime I'll give you 1000 words.
It's difficult to relate to you in 1000 words how full the life of a local radio minor celebrity can become. Take yesterday.