Monday afternoon at the Purdue University Calumet Commercialization Center. I just met with the construction managers and there's gonna be a whole lotta building goin on around here over the next few months. We knew it was coming but it doesn't really hit until there's hordes of guys with tool belts running around.
Essentially, while we're broadcasting live from our new studios here, construction crews will be putting on a new roof, replacing the parking lot, and building rest rooms and replacing wiring.
Now we could have waited until everything was done before we moved to these amazing new studios. But that would have been another nine months to a year. No way. I'd rather do the traffic with the warm hum of a compressor in the background than broadcast another year in the old studios. Or how about interviewing a woman about her years of physical abuse through the rhythmic thud of a nail gun on the roof? Or trying to hear the governor on the phone through the soothing whine of a guy grinding drywall cracks?
It'll be interesting, that's for sure. Kind of like this morning's show. For some reason, the caller Walt-MadMac-Granola Bob triumvirate don't think it's that big of a deal that the folks leasing the Indiana Toll Road are filing bankruptcy. I said on the radio eight years ago that the whole deal between our state and these folks from the Spanish-Austrailian consortium smelled bad.
That's a technical trading term. When a trade looks good from every angle but then something in your gut tells you it ain't quite right, then it smells bad. And that's how I felt and said so eight years ago when we leased the Toll Road and for some reason it smells pretty much the same to me eight years later. I hope the bonds get all straightened out and we can go 80 down the Toll Road for generations to come.
.... Jean Bowman from the Nazareth Home came on the show today and told about "Cocaine babies." What a horrificness. Babies fresh from the wound shaking, twisting through withdrawls. Then an hour after Jean left a Candace called in and said she adopted a "Cocaine-addicted" baby from Nazareth Home a few years ago and there is a lotta love goin on in her home. A good story line, good drama and radio. I just can't get the images out of my head of little babies writhing in receiving blankets, their bodies craving cocaine like nobody's business.
There is a lotta sadness, loneliness and pain out there, and sometimes you can feel it through the airwaves that you cannot see.
Essentially, while we're broadcasting live from our new studios here, construction crews will be putting on a new roof, replacing the parking lot, and building rest rooms and replacing wiring.
Now we could have waited until everything was done before we moved to these amazing new studios. But that would have been another nine months to a year. No way. I'd rather do the traffic with the warm hum of a compressor in the background than broadcast another year in the old studios. Or how about interviewing a woman about her years of physical abuse through the rhythmic thud of a nail gun on the roof? Or trying to hear the governor on the phone through the soothing whine of a guy grinding drywall cracks?
It'll be interesting, that's for sure. Kind of like this morning's show. For some reason, the caller Walt-MadMac-Granola Bob triumvirate don't think it's that big of a deal that the folks leasing the Indiana Toll Road are filing bankruptcy. I said on the radio eight years ago that the whole deal between our state and these folks from the Spanish-Austrailian consortium smelled bad.
That's a technical trading term. When a trade looks good from every angle but then something in your gut tells you it ain't quite right, then it smells bad. And that's how I felt and said so eight years ago when we leased the Toll Road and for some reason it smells pretty much the same to me eight years later. I hope the bonds get all straightened out and we can go 80 down the Toll Road for generations to come.
.... Jean Bowman from the Nazareth Home came on the show today and told about "Cocaine babies." What a horrificness. Babies fresh from the wound shaking, twisting through withdrawls. Then an hour after Jean left a Candace called in and said she adopted a "Cocaine-addicted" baby from Nazareth Home a few years ago and there is a lotta love goin on in her home. A good story line, good drama and radio. I just can't get the images out of my head of little babies writhing in receiving blankets, their bodies craving cocaine like nobody's business.
There is a lotta sadness, loneliness and pain out there, and sometimes you can feel it through the airwaves that you cannot see.
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