We took my five-year-old granddaughter to the Halloween store, hoping to nail down a costume for her. She changes her mind daily, sometimes hourly, about what she'll be for trick-or-treat. Witch, werewolf, princess, back to witch, then character from her favorite cartoon that day....it's ever-changing. This night she stopped to look at some fake feather boas, black with shiny purple bats and jack o'lanterns dangling at various intervals. Moving her hands through the hanging boas, she said, approvingly, "Scary, yet fashionable."
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Note to Libertarian presidential candidate Gary Johnson: Aleppo was one of the Marx Brothers. You're welcome.
Friday, October 14, 2016
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
Falling Up
I know spring is supposed to be the time of new beginnings,
but for me it’s always been fall. For
example, at my first radio job, WQCM in Hagerstown, Maryland, I was hired in
September. (I was, however, fired the
next May. “New beginnings” and all that.)
My second radio job started that fall, at WTSN in Dover, New
Hampshire. A much better experience all
around, starting with autumn in New England. My daily drive to work was
decorated with spectacular fall foliage. WTSN was located along aptly-named
Back Road, which was lined with maples, birches and other trees that were such
bright shades of red and yellow that I wondered where they plugged the trees
in.
Somehow, I managed to not get fired the next spring. Instead, I met my wife the following fall. WTSN’s
midday jock had left for a job in Richmond, Virginia, and I took his shift. I
had to train the woman who was taking my place on the 7 to midnight shift.
After I showed her how to work the board, I walked into the next room, turned
on the speakers and smiled. She was
great from the first break on, with a smooth delivery and a smile in her
voice. A couple of months later, we were
getting something to eat at a downtown restaurant when I told her something
like, “If you’re not careful, I’ll marry you.”
She wasn’t careful.
We did get married in the spring. So far, she hasn’t fired me.
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