Just finished a three-hour radio show. It’s normally two and a half hours, but folks who come on the air after me had a hard time getting here. One thing about living at the southern tip of Lake Michigan – when it snows, it’s beautiful.
It’s snowing in northwest Indiana. When it’s snowing this hard, it’s easier to write a blog, make love under the covers, and not feel bad about watching the national Trump show.
Just finished a three-hour radio show. It’s normally two and a half hours, but folks who come on the air after me had a hard time getting here. One thing about living at the southern tip of Lake Michigan – when it snows, it’s beautiful. It’s 3:54 on a Wednesday morning. I have to wake up this early just to get to talk to the three or four of you.
Every once in a while, your life gets in a rowboat and floats away from you. Standing on the shore, you shout for what was you. Come back to me, asshole. You’re my life. This is how I feel on a Wednesday morning when it’s 19 degrees out. My life has floated away from me. I am standing on the shore. Exhausted, beaten, alone and without a reason to walk to the local grocery store for a Diet Coke and a pack of Marlboros. It’s the eve of the 2018 midterm election, and you’d think Racquel Welch just lifted up her bikini top. Or Roger Triemstra called for a snowstorm in July. Richard J. Daley bought ballet shoes. Selena Gomez shot a basketball.
There is so much absurdity going around, I don’t know where to start. I got a toothache, and I got some ‘splainin to do.
Remember on Tuesday on the show how Verlie got on me about wearing a headband? “You’re on TV now. You can’t wear a headband. It looks unprofessional.” |
I run radio stations and a streaming video network in Hammond, Ind., and write this blog.
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