Rant
I changed my mind about going to the show tonight. The day started off with a bang. About an hour before the 4:30 alarm went off the sky opened up and let me know what kind of day it was going to be. The first thing I remember is the sound of Melisa opening the door to let the dogs in.
You would have thought that ‘The Seven Horsemen of the Apocalypse” were right on their tails. They came crashing through the door and running towards the bed as if the world was coming to an end. And I thinking, “Give me a break kids, it’s only a storm!” Dogs?
Lisa turned on the news as I was getting out of the shower and the Doppler was so colorful it looked like one of those old psychedelic posters from my Backlight and incense days. I pointed out the long yellow strip of rain stretching all the way from Humble to Sugarland. I said, “Look at that, the rain is followed my exact route for today.”
Lisa just looked at the yellow line of thunderstorms that followed highway 59 north to south and said, “Just follow the Yellow Brick Road”. Wow, ya know, back in the Old North Side Days a person could get a long-shank screwdriver jabbed through their thigh for saying something like that.
Okay, it was funny, but not until a couple of hours latter when I got on the air to do the weather report. It gets worse. I actually told that story live on the air. So sue me.
But I had to be on my best behavior because the studios were a full house. Scooby and his crew have gotten quite a little following with their new ‘Tech Reps Show’ that ends five minutes before my show starts. Luckily I am lending Scooby my Tech Guy, Joey. Joey can be getting my stuff ready while Scooby is on the air.
The other thing is that my guest for the day was the County Agent for Harris County. I mean wow, this is a serious guy in this state and he wants to be on my show. Pretty cool!
But it goes great. Turns out that Mr. Michael Morrison was a DJ for CBS in Dallas, he was good. The phones were a mess, what with the weather and all, most of mine and Scooby’s callers couldn’t hear us tell them that they were on the air.
I had breakfast café at the Savoy Hilton after the show. It’s a block from the station and has a pretty decent breakfast buffet. I like to order a couple of eggs, sunny-side-up with it but its pretty good as it is. Today it was exceptionally good because I knew that it would be the only peace I would have the rest of the day.
I got to the George R Brown about 12:30 knowing I was about three and a half hours early for me to do a live stage interview with David Yates, host of DreamHome® on 740 KTRH. But it seemed like a better idea to hang around while I was in town that to go all the way back home and come back.
I spent three hours meeting and greeting exhibitors in both ‘The Houston Home Show’ and the ‘Nursery Expo’. The Nursery Expo was three times bigger than the Home Show.
But everybody in a potential ally and I need all the friends I can get if my dream is to survive. So I worked it. I saw industry people I haven’t seen in years. It was definitely worth the strain. Tomorrow I want to go back and see more friendly faces.
As it got close to 4pm I began to worry because I had seen no sign of the Clear Channel people. I was beginning to wonder if I was in the right place. No one got there until around 4:15 and it was all fast and furious after that.
I like David Yates and I believe that he would do a good job of representing Foster’s Tree Service. I can’t wait to be in a position where the show is paying for itself so that Foster's Tree Service can use its advertising budget to get back to our normal advertising strategy.
By there time I got home I was dead. I think that Lisa times it so that along about the time that I am coming home to relax, she can go into ‘Time to get everything done’ mode.
I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until about 7:30 this evening when it starts pouring down raining again. I could hear it outside raining like a cow pissing on a flat round. Somehow driving from Humble to Webster through a thunderstorm was beginning to sound like a bad idea.
Brandon wouldn’t have ridden his Crotch Rocket from Collage Station in a thunderstorm. No wait. I am talking about Brandon. Just a week or so ago he rode in rain and thunderstorms from Cincinnati to Atlanta, then for Atlanta to Houston. Well, I still ain’t driving in it. Sorry dude.
I hope John doesn’t try it; he lives way out toward Tomball, in the sticks of 1960.
But I would have really liked to have done Slicks with him on possibly his last Saturday night in the country.
I am excited for him because he has the opportunity to follow his passions. To take charge of his own life. And if your mind craves philosophy, what could be better than the American School in Cairo. But at the same time I a scared for him. We are talking about the Middle East. The language in Egypt is Arabic. This is not a time in the world to be an American in an Arabic country.
But you can die anywhere, at least he is living his life the way he feels right.
I like to think that a philosophy major that has a good understanding English and Arabic would have quite an edge in the world of tomorrow.
I just wish that we could be a family again.
You would have thought that ‘The Seven Horsemen of the Apocalypse” were right on their tails. They came crashing through the door and running towards the bed as if the world was coming to an end. And I thinking, “Give me a break kids, it’s only a storm!” Dogs?
Lisa turned on the news as I was getting out of the shower and the Doppler was so colorful it looked like one of those old psychedelic posters from my Backlight and incense days. I pointed out the long yellow strip of rain stretching all the way from Humble to Sugarland. I said, “Look at that, the rain is followed my exact route for today.”
Lisa just looked at the yellow line of thunderstorms that followed highway 59 north to south and said, “Just follow the Yellow Brick Road”. Wow, ya know, back in the Old North Side Days a person could get a long-shank screwdriver jabbed through their thigh for saying something like that.
Okay, it was funny, but not until a couple of hours latter when I got on the air to do the weather report. It gets worse. I actually told that story live on the air. So sue me.
But I had to be on my best behavior because the studios were a full house. Scooby and his crew have gotten quite a little following with their new ‘Tech Reps Show’ that ends five minutes before my show starts. Luckily I am lending Scooby my Tech Guy, Joey. Joey can be getting my stuff ready while Scooby is on the air.
The other thing is that my guest for the day was the County Agent for Harris County. I mean wow, this is a serious guy in this state and he wants to be on my show. Pretty cool!
But it goes great. Turns out that Mr. Michael Morrison was a DJ for CBS in Dallas, he was good. The phones were a mess, what with the weather and all, most of mine and Scooby’s callers couldn’t hear us tell them that they were on the air.
I had breakfast café at the Savoy Hilton after the show. It’s a block from the station and has a pretty decent breakfast buffet. I like to order a couple of eggs, sunny-side-up with it but its pretty good as it is. Today it was exceptionally good because I knew that it would be the only peace I would have the rest of the day.
I got to the George R Brown about 12:30 knowing I was about three and a half hours early for me to do a live stage interview with David Yates, host of DreamHome® on 740 KTRH. But it seemed like a better idea to hang around while I was in town that to go all the way back home and come back.
I spent three hours meeting and greeting exhibitors in both ‘The Houston Home Show’ and the ‘Nursery Expo’. The Nursery Expo was three times bigger than the Home Show.
But everybody in a potential ally and I need all the friends I can get if my dream is to survive. So I worked it. I saw industry people I haven’t seen in years. It was definitely worth the strain. Tomorrow I want to go back and see more friendly faces.
As it got close to 4pm I began to worry because I had seen no sign of the Clear Channel people. I was beginning to wonder if I was in the right place. No one got there until around 4:15 and it was all fast and furious after that.
I like David Yates and I believe that he would do a good job of representing Foster’s Tree Service. I can’t wait to be in a position where the show is paying for itself so that Foster's Tree Service can use its advertising budget to get back to our normal advertising strategy.
By there time I got home I was dead. I think that Lisa times it so that along about the time that I am coming home to relax, she can go into ‘Time to get everything done’ mode.
I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until about 7:30 this evening when it starts pouring down raining again. I could hear it outside raining like a cow pissing on a flat round. Somehow driving from Humble to Webster through a thunderstorm was beginning to sound like a bad idea.
Brandon wouldn’t have ridden his Crotch Rocket from Collage Station in a thunderstorm. No wait. I am talking about Brandon. Just a week or so ago he rode in rain and thunderstorms from Cincinnati to Atlanta, then for Atlanta to Houston. Well, I still ain’t driving in it. Sorry dude.
I hope John doesn’t try it; he lives way out toward Tomball, in the sticks of 1960.
But I would have really liked to have done Slicks with him on possibly his last Saturday night in the country.
I am excited for him because he has the opportunity to follow his passions. To take charge of his own life. And if your mind craves philosophy, what could be better than the American School in Cairo. But at the same time I a scared for him. We are talking about the Middle East. The language in Egypt is Arabic. This is not a time in the world to be an American in an Arabic country.
But you can die anywhere, at least he is living his life the way he feels right.
I like to think that a philosophy major that has a good understanding English and Arabic would have quite an edge in the world of tomorrow.
I just wish that we could be a family again.