As a matter of fact, it was a really good day of radio. I got my grade back on the Accounting final, and I passed. You don’t know what a relief that is. It’s not that I did poorly on the tests – I got a 96 and an 89 – it’s that I didn’t know the procedures associated with going to class after being away for 33 years. I didn’t even really know how to look up where my grade would be.
It’s 10:38pm on the Thursday before a Monday Christmas. I lived, as always, a day of radio. That usually means it’s a pretty good day.
As a matter of fact, it was a really good day of radio. I got my grade back on the Accounting final, and I passed. You don’t know what a relief that is. It’s not that I did poorly on the tests – I got a 96 and an 89 – it’s that I didn’t know the procedures associated with going to class after being away for 33 years. I didn’t even really know how to look up where my grade would be. I don’t suppose you’d mind much if I didn’t blog to the three or four of you tonight. It’s kind of late and it’s been a long day.
But this is, for now, the deal – I will blog to you every day for as long as I can. There will come a day when I won’t want to say a damn word to you. You and me again.
I’m looking at a blank computer screen. You’re looking to read about radio. We’re even, at least for the time being. The world is in balance. You can hear the tuning fork of the cosmos. It’s 9:20pm on the Monday before Christmas Monday. Radio rolls on even though you may have mailed it in already. In my mind, I’m already sitting in the corner on Christmas morning opening presents with my wife and daughters. It’s one of the only mornings of the year that we all get together.
|
I run radio stations and a streaming video network in Hammond, Ind., and write this blog.
Blog Archives
June 2022
|