It's 8:15 am on Monday morning. I just did a morning radio show that's also on TV.
It started out unremarkably. I stood on Indianapolis Boulevard in the 19-degree cold and yelled at big trucks, sang, drank a latte and talked about going to the Army-Navy game over the weekend. After a while, I came inside to the warmth of the Strack & Van Til studios and did a local morning show. Billy Baker, my childhood chump, came in and we made fun of each other. All is well.
It started out unremarkably. I stood on Indianapolis Boulevard in the 19-degree cold and yelled at big trucks, sang, drank a latte and talked about going to the Army-Navy game over the weekend. After a while, I came inside to the warmth of the Strack & Van Til studios and did a local morning show. Billy Baker, my childhood chump, came in and we made fun of each other. All is well.
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