Damn. The dreaded pink T-line. We had both tested positive, after several days of thinking it was just a bad cold. I mean, we’ve been SO c...

  Yesterday I spent much of my time waiting around and doing nothing, in a bleak room labeled “Nuclear Medicine Patient Lounge” or some such...

  The view from atop a flatbed tow-truck Twenty years ago, I would have yelled out a string of lusty cuss-words, got out the lug wrench and ...

A few days ago, I made one of the most terrifying road trips of my life. When I was finally home, safe, I reflected on some of the other har...

  The photo atop this post is what’s left of a building which once housed a powerful and successful pair of radio stations in Oshkosh, Wisco...

  My friend Juan Jose Lopez passed away earlier this week. 64 years young. My friend and former on-air colleague Sly was the first to tell m...

From the moment we walked into the chapel for the ceremony until we said our thank-you’s and good-byes late that night, every aspect of the ...