I'm back.
Since I was last here, much has happened. My brother and I tried to buy some radio stations in northern New England; after some research, we found that they were overpriced, but the seller didn't want to negotiate, so we had to walk away.
Had we succeeded, we would have found ourselves in the embarrassing position of owning a station under contract to carry Rush Limbaugh and Howie Carr. I'm not sure how we would have handled that.
I am still in the market for the right station or stations, should they appear.
Meanwhile, life goes on. I've been seeing J. for almost two years now; the conductors on the Amtrak Downeaster now know us both quite well, as we are now frequent travelers.
Last night's trip home was something of a misadventure. There was a problem with the track at Royal Junction, where the Brunswick Branch (ex-Maine Central "Lower Road") joins the Pan Am Railways main line; as a result, I got into Boston an hour late, missed the connection to my commuter train, and had to take the MBTA Green Line to a point about two and a half miles from home and then walk. But it took me 20 minutes to discover that the Green Line trains that serve that branch no longer run to North Station, and I had to go to Government Center to catch my train. I then missed my stop, had to wait for a reverse train, and got home only well after one A.M... and then I was awakened promptly at five A.M. by a call from Dover, NH, where one of the stations I support had just gone off the air, requiring me to jump in my car and drive up there (ironically, I could have just got off the Amtrak train in Dover last night).
Today was Pentecost, the fiftieth and last day of the Easter season. I am still singing in the choir, and we sang several hymns and anthems about doves, fire, and other such metaphors. Oh, and there was cake. Because Pentecost is considered the birthday of the church, there was cake. Very good cake, even if some of the decorations meant to resemble flames looked more like strips of bacon.
Oh, and someone even compared the traditional Pentecost story of the apostles speaking in tongues to the revelation of Ambassador Kosh in the Babylon 5 episode, "The Fall of Night."
Had we succeeded, we would have found ourselves in the embarrassing position of owning a station under contract to carry Rush Limbaugh and Howie Carr. I'm not sure how we would have handled that.
I am still in the market for the right station or stations, should they appear.
Meanwhile, life goes on. I've been seeing J. for almost two years now; the conductors on the Amtrak Downeaster now know us both quite well, as we are now frequent travelers.
Last night's trip home was something of a misadventure. There was a problem with the track at Royal Junction, where the Brunswick Branch (ex-Maine Central "Lower Road") joins the Pan Am Railways main line; as a result, I got into Boston an hour late, missed the connection to my commuter train, and had to take the MBTA Green Line to a point about two and a half miles from home and then walk. But it took me 20 minutes to discover that the Green Line trains that serve that branch no longer run to North Station, and I had to go to Government Center to catch my train. I then missed my stop, had to wait for a reverse train, and got home only well after one A.M... and then I was awakened promptly at five A.M. by a call from Dover, NH, where one of the stations I support had just gone off the air, requiring me to jump in my car and drive up there (ironically, I could have just got off the Amtrak train in Dover last night).
Today was Pentecost, the fiftieth and last day of the Easter season. I am still singing in the choir, and we sang several hymns and anthems about doves, fire, and other such metaphors. Oh, and there was cake. Because Pentecost is considered the birthday of the church, there was cake. Very good cake, even if some of the decorations meant to resemble flames looked more like strips of bacon.
Oh, and someone even compared the traditional Pentecost story of the apostles speaking in tongues to the revelation of Ambassador Kosh in the Babylon 5 episode, "The Fall of Night."