094:336 Cameras

I wrote earlier about my first day at work. Today’s post details what transpired the previous Friday – my last day at my previous job. This is my story. It is about 9:00 in the morning and I am at my computer saving files and other documents to a shared network drive so that the […]

093:336 Welcome

Today, I started a new job. In terms of my history of “first days”, today does not rank among the best, but (thankfully) neither does it rank among my worst Don’t misunderstand me. Today’s sessions of orientations was pleasant and informative – and I met some nice people – but it is a fairly high […]

092:336 Baltimore

We had been to the historic venue of Fenway Park in Boston. We had been to the cookie-cutter concrete multi-purpose blandness that was Veterans Stadium in Philadelphia. Our third stop would take Bill and I to the newest, latest, and greatest baseball stadium to dot the American landscape. The next game we would see on […]

091:336 Philadelphia

Today’s post continues the trek Bill (former college roommate) and I took a quarter-century ago to attend a game in every Major League Baseball stadium. Our first stop was Boston’s Fenway Park (as seen about here). Our second stop was Philadelphia, the City of Brotherly Love. Before our scheduled game where we would see the […]

090:336 Yield

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. This last line from the poem Ulysses, by Lord Alfred Tennyson, is how I started the first and second part of my story about my May 1994 audition with KMPC Radio in Los Angeles. When last we left out hero (me), I had redeemed myself […]

089:336 Prey

Thirty years ago this month, I was an unpaid, untrained assassin on a mission to eliminate selected residents of my college dorm. The results were what you might have expected. This is my story. The Social Chair of our dorm (stately Allison Hall) thought it would be a cracker-jack of a spring activity to organize […]

088:336 Find

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. This last line from the poem Ulysses, by Lord Alfred Tennyson, is how I started the first part of my story of how I flamed out (or “phlegmed out” as the case may be) during my open audition held by radio station KMPC (710 AM) […]