I’m obviously not having any luck convincing folks in other industries that I’d be a great addition to their teams, so today I started the process of possibly getting back into radio.

I’ve been wrestling with that prospect for a while.


I’ve always thought of stumbling blocks in life as opportunities – chances to take a different path, try new stuff…start over.   When I got sacked by iHeartMedia I really wanted to find something different, but the job offers aren’t exactly washing over me in a lather.

An old friend – who now happens to be a member of Congress – contacted me last week.   He wanted to check and see what I’ve been doing.   When I gave him an honest assessment…that I walk dogs a lot,  he said he had recently spoken with a boss of mine from many years ago and that boss wanted me to call.  He owns some radio stations and knows everyone in the industry.

My initial reaction was, “but, I don’t want to do radio.”  My reality check reaction was, “Would you rather be speaking into a microphone saying, ‘Do you want fries with that?'”    So,  I called.   He’s a busy guy.   I spoke to his “service.”  We’ll see.

Oddly enough,  as I was looking up information on that former boss last night (it always pays to be prepared) I saw an ad for a job with a NewsTalk station in San Antonio.   This is really the only station I’d want to work at as a reporter/anchor/whatever other than the one which decided I was no longer needed.  It was a bit providential.   We’ll see.   I’ve learned not to get my hopes up.


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It’s a depressing Tuesday.    Sorry, that’s how I feel.   Since I’m the only one reading this, I guess I can whine a bit.  Attended the funeral for a former co-worker yesterday.   He was a legend in San Antonio and the radio industry.   I was pleased to see a number of folks I used to work with, although only a handful are actually still working.


It was a bit disillusioning to see so few, if anyone, from the corporate offices of iHeartMedia.   The former CEO of the company was there…that was about it.


I suppose part of my lack of enthusiasm today is due to the rain.   I tried to get in a walk with the dogs this morning but determined we were going to be soaking wet if we kept it up.   I might try again later this morning.

I went through my usual Tuesday routine of applying for jobs.   I’m not optimistic.   I’ve also determined my unemployment benefits have run out, so I’m going to start applying for anything and everything.   It’s depressing.

I think I’ll not dwell on it today.   I’ll instead focus on being lazy.    I’ve got a couple of helpers to show me how.


Don’t We Dewey


I received sad news this past weekend that one of my former colleagues at WOAI radio died.   I worked with Bob Guthrie for more than two decades.  He was a phenomenal newsman, a true gentleman and a giant in the industry.   Bob was a renaissance man.  He was well-versed and conversant in almost any subject you could name from aircraft to guns to classical music and Scotch.

We embraced and sometimes  endured a lot of changes at the radio station and the industry together. Often we were on the same page and sometimes I was dragging him along with the tide, but he was always the consummate pro.   I’ll remember him fondly.

Bob’s funeral is next week.   It will likely be a reunion of sorts because Bob worked for more than 50 years at WOAI. This will be the third radio colleague service I’ve attended in recent months.   There’s a metaphor in there somewhere.

On a lighter note – about 10 pounds total –  the new dog is a done deal.   Originally named Carter, he’s now Dewey – a name I selected since he was abandoned at a library.  He’s fitting in nicely and, despite his small stature, is proving to have no problems keeping pace with Abby on our now twice daily walks.   Yesterday we put in 11 miles.

We did have a few minor communication problems regarding direction.


This morning we logged about 7.5 miles during which Abby instructed Dewey in the proper way to intimidate deer.



Just to be consistent, here’s the usual update: I’m still plugging away on the job front.   Today I actually applied for a position as a “Career Counselor.”   The irony of that is not lost on me.


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Full Frontal Stupidity

I found it amusing today to read about the NFL Network’s  full frontal faux pas in broadcasting post-game interviews in the Bengal’s locker room while inadvertently showing a number of naked players.   It reminded me of the only time I was in a major league locker room, a memory burned into my psyche.

In college, I was the News Director for the campus radio station and a good friend of mine did the morning sports reports.   He arranged for us both to have press credentials for Texas Rangers home games.  He went because he was a sports reporter; I went to games because, back then, the Rangers served free food and beer to the media.

I didn’t go often, but when I did I tagged along with my friend like a legitimate reporter to the press box to watch the game while trying to act like I knew more about baseball and sports reporting than I did.  I never attended the post-game interviews because, by that point in the night, I had already had my fill of free food and beer.  There wasn’t much sense in carrying on the charade any longer.

On one occasion, however, my friend insisted I join him in the post-game interview scrum. He was going to get soundbites with Reggie Jackson – Mr. October.  This was in the late 1970’s, and Jackson was still very active and still a very, very big deal.

I traipsed into the locker room trying to look like I  belonged amid the gaggle.  Mr. Jackson soon appeared and stood before his locker answering questions very politely.    He had nothing to hide…literally.  He absolutely held nothing back including a towel, fig leaf or well-placed baseball mitt.   There must have been a dozen or more reporters circled around this world-class athlete…this very naked world-class athlete.

I realize this is common practice in sports team locker rooms and no one there blinked an eye.  Mr. Jackson certainly handled the situation like a pro.

I, however, was a wide-eyed young news guy.  I wasn’t thinking about questions to ask this baseball great.  I was only thinking I really wanted to be a closed-eyed news guy.

stunned dog, shocked face

I found the practice of interviewing athletes in the locker room weird then, and I still do.   Why is that necessary?

I wonder if the NFL Network’s blue moment this past Sunday may open some other eyes to the oddity of it.


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