December 17th, 2015

2:14pm on a Thursday afternoon.

A lot of what I could write in this blog is 

1. boring
2. confidential
3. risque
4. overblown

That means that for days on end I won't write anything for the three or four of you. It's nothing personal. It's just that sometimes my radio days are filled with meetings. All kinds of meetings. Ones with regulatory people and some with potential clients and some with Purdue people and some with potential investors. There's just a lot of meetings and that's not all that interesting after all.

​This morning, I talked a little about how in Lake County, Indiana, we just don't get along enough to do big projects. We just don't. The case in point is the fiasco known as E911. Fifteen municipalities in Lake County have signed up to be part of the countywide 911 system, which the state has mandated we do. Two municipalities have opted out - Cedar Lake and Schererville. This week, during a hearing in Indianapolis, the state was looking to hand over a couple million dollars to the county for 911 stuff... and Cedar Lake and Schererville showed up to tell the state not to hand over the money.

Lake County, Indiana - a dysfunctional state of industrial confusion. I only write about this because once in a while you have to know that I address public policy issues and that maybe I do care a little bit about things. It does bug me that I live in an area - that I breathe in this area daily - and that we underperform on a regular basis, across generations and across communities. I don't suppose it'll do any good for me to get all upset about that. There's no real possibility of soon changing the way we relate... so you might as well poke a little fun about the politics involved. 

Except that it's not a laughing matter. In the transition from hometown 911 systems to a big one run by the county, a couple of people have died. That's as serious as a doorknob. And for that reason I hold back on some of the more smart aleck comments that I could make. I can make fun of the participants involved - and there's a lotta material there - but I can't take it too far because this situation is a complete clusterf--- and could cost more lives.

.... So screw that topic. Yesterday Andy Qunell was trying to talk to me about the topic at hand during a break.

"Are freaking talking to me about this during a break?"

"Yeah, I guess I am."

"Don't do that. Just talk about stuff on the air. Don't want to waste good discussion."

That's another way of saying - shut the f--- up, I don't really care that much about this stuff to talk about it off the air. Capeech? 

Time for a nap, I suppose. And then time to get going on posting all the pictures from the past week and today and then all of my notes. I really am sorry that I have fallen behind in doing a daily blog for the three or four of you. That's the goal. Tell about My American, Radio Life every day. A historical record of the inane proposition that radio is cool and should last forever. Which it won't. It just won't.