But remember the pledge –
- present My Radio Life as it is
- preserve my life so students 50 years from now can know what radio was like.
I was left out of the planning and prep, most likely because I’m on the radio and prone to mentioning surprise parties. I’ve done it before. If you’re planning a surprise party and want me there, invite Alexis. When the day comes, she’ll tell me to get in the car. I’ll sit in the driveway listening to the radio until she walks out. Then we’ll come to your party.
I took a bunch of video of the party, at which my dad and several others cried. These were happy tears, led by little sister Ally. She has cried like a baby since she was a baby. The pictures above tell the story better than I can right now. It’s the middle of the night. I’m getting ready for a Monday morning radio show. I also took a bunch of video of the party that will one day be a family heirloom.
My dad was completely surprised, or so he said. Aunt Irene, Uncle Duane, Uncle Danny and Aunt Debbie, Aunt Mary, Cousins Phyllis and Patty and a whole lot more relatives came. The nieces and nephews got all dressed up, as did my own daughter. I present the photos above because they tell the story of My Radio Life, which is as much about family as it is about radio.
It was also the weekend for the St. Thomas More festival. After the party, my brothers and sisters and I sat around a table and drank beer and listened to a John Cougar Mellenkamp cover band. Our kids crowded in with us. We sang out loud into the Indiana night and ate carnival food. As with the 80thbirthday party, it was a sickeningly beautiful moment that I won’t wreck by trying to describe further. Afterwards, Alexis and I walked home down Ridge Road holding hands.
The weekend is over. Radio starts up again in a couple hours. It ended for me on Friday with a press conference at the federal courthouse on Hohman Avenue in Hammond. US attorney Tom Kirsch announced a bunch of murder indictments of gang members. I’ll talk about that and my dad’s party and St. Thom fest and the continuing rain and traffic. Life goes on, led by radio.