5:56am on a dark and dreary Sunday morning.
It stormed like hell yesterday so halfway through Britni Elbaor's wedding to a Lutheran kid from Fort Wayne, my phone kept blowing up that we had dead air. Sometimes when it storms, we lose power in the old part of Hammond because it's old NIPSCO infrastructure and then of course we have dead air. Sometimes when it storms, we lose internet in the old part of Hammond because it's old Comcast infrastructure and then of course we have dead air.
It's even that way with the phone lines, the water lines, sewer lines and gas lines. It's just old stuff. So it wasn't as if when I waded through some surprisingly good chicken parmesan at Cloister in Woods I wasn't expecting my phone to blow up.
It's even that way with the phone lines, the water lines, sewer lines and gas lines. It's just old stuff. So it wasn't as if when I waded through some surprisingly good chicken parmesan at Cloister in Woods I wasn't expecting my phone to blow up.
That's how local radio is. You're throwing back a couple of Founders IPAs - it's a Grand Rapids beer and Britni and Eric are living in Grand Rapids - and next thing you know during conversations with people you haven't seen in a long time you're texting to one of your guys how to fix something. Multitasking, distracted interaction.
I should probably lift my fatass off this bed right now and drive down to the station to check things out... but nah. Not now. I'd rather blog to the three or four of you.
.... Bill Clinton came to town and I didn't even know it. Or, more accurately, didn't even care. You can't turn on Chicago or national television - there is no local television - without some pundit asking the question - "what's gonna happen in Indiana for the Tuesday primaries?... Indiana is the key for several campaigns."
I suppose that's true... but last week after going to see Hillary talk and then Bernie and then for CBS Chicago to take me from a round of JEDgolf to talk about Pence and Cruz... I'm just kinda tired of it all.
Last night at the wedding, Alexis realized that she lost the gift card, so after the daddy-daughter dance I slipped out of the festivities to Walgreens. I'm standing in the greeting card aisle all dressed up, trying to pick out the appropriate message... By the way, did the three or four of you know that they have a whole section now on same-sex wedding cards? In the Walgreens in Munster, Indiana, there's almost as many same-sex wedding cards as there are for sex weddings. Imagine that.
Anyways, I pick out two cards because, of course, I can't make up my mind... and Rick Baltenzberger walks up.
"Did you go see Bill Clinton today? He was in Gary."
"No. I had a wedding."
Rick's one of my more than 100 clients. He owns a print shop and every once in a while going in and out of a break, I say something like - "If you need something printed - ANYTHING printed - go see Rick Baltenzberger in Hammond or Munster. You won't be disappointed."
"So I guess BILL Clinton came to like 12th and Broadway today about four in the afternoon. I'm surprised you didn't go. I saw you on TV on Friday, by the way."
"I'm just kinda done with this primary stuff."
"Cruz is coming to Lafayette tomorrow, you know."
So there's the challenge now. Should I go through Cruz's calendar, find out where in LaPorte he's gonna be and what time, pack up all my shit, take a shower, put on decent clothes, drive a couple hours in the rain, get my backpacks sniffed by a a dog and my body wanded by another secret service guy, set up my stuff on a scaffold, and then sit and wait for a couple hours for a guy to speak that very likely has a snowball's chance in hell of becoming president.
Now on Monday night, Trump's scheduled to come to South Bend and I might do that. But I'm not sold on giving up my Sunday to the presidential primaries. I really do want to hear what Cruz has to say and, more importantly, how he says it. In the end, it is my responsibility to not only bring back tape of the speech but to give my rundown of it on the radio. But Alexis wants to go see "Mother's Day" with Jennifer Aniston and Julia Roberts and Jason Sudeikis and I should probably do that for the sake of marriage smoothness.
Sorry, Ted. A sappy holiday movie wins over your appearance in north central Indiana. Maybe next time. My guess is that you're not gonna win the nomination but you'll be in position to do it for years from now and maybe then I'll miss a movie to come see you.
I should probably lift my fatass off this bed right now and drive down to the station to check things out... but nah. Not now. I'd rather blog to the three or four of you.
.... Bill Clinton came to town and I didn't even know it. Or, more accurately, didn't even care. You can't turn on Chicago or national television - there is no local television - without some pundit asking the question - "what's gonna happen in Indiana for the Tuesday primaries?... Indiana is the key for several campaigns."
I suppose that's true... but last week after going to see Hillary talk and then Bernie and then for CBS Chicago to take me from a round of JEDgolf to talk about Pence and Cruz... I'm just kinda tired of it all.
Last night at the wedding, Alexis realized that she lost the gift card, so after the daddy-daughter dance I slipped out of the festivities to Walgreens. I'm standing in the greeting card aisle all dressed up, trying to pick out the appropriate message... By the way, did the three or four of you know that they have a whole section now on same-sex wedding cards? In the Walgreens in Munster, Indiana, there's almost as many same-sex wedding cards as there are for sex weddings. Imagine that.
Anyways, I pick out two cards because, of course, I can't make up my mind... and Rick Baltenzberger walks up.
"Did you go see Bill Clinton today? He was in Gary."
"No. I had a wedding."
Rick's one of my more than 100 clients. He owns a print shop and every once in a while going in and out of a break, I say something like - "If you need something printed - ANYTHING printed - go see Rick Baltenzberger in Hammond or Munster. You won't be disappointed."
"So I guess BILL Clinton came to like 12th and Broadway today about four in the afternoon. I'm surprised you didn't go. I saw you on TV on Friday, by the way."
"I'm just kinda done with this primary stuff."
"Cruz is coming to Lafayette tomorrow, you know."
So there's the challenge now. Should I go through Cruz's calendar, find out where in LaPorte he's gonna be and what time, pack up all my shit, take a shower, put on decent clothes, drive a couple hours in the rain, get my backpacks sniffed by a a dog and my body wanded by another secret service guy, set up my stuff on a scaffold, and then sit and wait for a couple hours for a guy to speak that very likely has a snowball's chance in hell of becoming president.
Now on Monday night, Trump's scheduled to come to South Bend and I might do that. But I'm not sold on giving up my Sunday to the presidential primaries. I really do want to hear what Cruz has to say and, more importantly, how he says it. In the end, it is my responsibility to not only bring back tape of the speech but to give my rundown of it on the radio. But Alexis wants to go see "Mother's Day" with Jennifer Aniston and Julia Roberts and Jason Sudeikis and I should probably do that for the sake of marriage smoothness.
Sorry, Ted. A sappy holiday movie wins over your appearance in north central Indiana. Maybe next time. My guess is that you're not gonna win the nomination but you'll be in position to do it for years from now and maybe then I'll miss a movie to come see you.
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