It’s 7:49 on a Saturday morning. The sun’s out and there’s college football all day on WJOB. Life is good.
Last night, I ran into a guy named Dave Jarzombak. He’s one of the four or five of us who get together to celebrate local radio. “I like when you just go off and ramble,” Jarz said. I’m not sure what that means. When am I rambling and when am I not?
Bukowski and Lebowski won’t do the trick tonight.
So I’m just gonna ramble. I hope you don’t mind.
I should probably just write my blog and get it over with. Why the heck else would you write a thousand words if not for someone to read it? Life is long and hard and then you die. Trust what comes next… because it comes next.
“He is slow, but he’s deliberate.”
That’s what a guy named Ron Johnson once said about me. I believe that Ron was frustrated that I wasn’t moving WJOB and The Calumet Press, a newspaper I once owned, toward establishing a larger news department.
“You’ll get where you want to go, Jim. But it’s gonna take a long time.”
Left to my own devices, I’ll eventually pull the laptop out from under the bed and start writing. That’s what’s happening right now. It’s a Friday morning at 7:04am. I should be doing my radio show.
Instead, I’m sitting on the bed just thinking about things. Some of it’s not pretty. Some of it is. But in the end, I don’t want to face all of the things that I have to do today to “catch up.” Life sucks and then you die and in between there’s tons of radio.