I've done many things I regret over the years. Two of them involve my daughter Michelle, now 25. She was born on the day I started at 92 Moose. I left 30 minutes after she was born at, what was then, KVMC in Augusta. I drove across the river, met Mac Dickson (then Bruce Mainerd), and went on the air. I still hear about that.
Since Matt was 4-years-old, he's been coming into 92 Moose with me, paying attention and learning the trade. Now he's in it full time. Like me, his dream has always been radio and, like me, he's making it reality. Only he did it right, making sales a part of the mix.
Since mom passed away in 2006, Christmases have never been the same as they were. Mom live for Christmas with the family gathered around the tree and dinner for the whole family. When she left us, so did that amazing Christmas spirit.
I did not know about the story, "Walter the Farting Dog," until Micheal Parker (pronounced Michelle) introduced it to me. She had learned about it from Cony A.D. Paul Vachon and immediately knew that it would be a fun book for someone to read to the students in this class. She nailed it. The class was great, attentive, friendly and had a great sense of humor.
The funniest part of the who
I snore quite a bit. Marie Anne even says I stop breathing for short intervals. She would know. She's sometimes kept awake by my snoring. I suspect that those times I stop breathing might be "assisted breaks," if you catch my drift. Actually, I'm kidding. I do that with serious matters because it helps me keep a distance from the potential problem.
On Monday, an "older" man (60-70) robbed a Bank of Maine branch in Hallowell, threating tellers with a grenade. He got away with an undisclosed sum of money.
This morning, we got a surprising and confusing call from my grandfather!
"Would you still love me if I was ever in a car crash and disabled?"
That's the question I remember asking my girlfriend, Tammy, as I dropped her off at her job at Robinson's Nursing Home in Gardiner on Saturday morning, 6/21/80, the first day of summer and a couple weeks after I had graduated high school.
"Of course I would."
There's truly nothing that has made my life more complete than being a dad. I've had the honor and privilege of raising two great kids who I have always been, and continue to be, proud of. There's no experience that can compare to the awesome, sometimes trying, experience of being a parent.
Marie Anne's mom passed away late last summer. She died at home, as per her wish, thanks to Maine General Hospice, a non-profit arm of the hospital. Marie Anne said she wanted to raise money for them. I knew she'd see that desire to fruition. Tomorrow night at the Calumet Club in Augusta, it happens.
Grampy James doesn't have a lot to do at The Home in Sidney so he spends most of his time badgering the other residents. What he doesn't seem to see is, with every action there is an equal reaction. But that's just how he rolls...
For some reason, whether it was from being all hopped up on coffee or just delighted to be back on the radio, I felt a little bouncy this morning so I dug out a Tigger song I did many years ago! By the way, sorry for the lame pic. I was so hopped up earlier, I was too lazy to Photoshop this....
As the years go by, we tend to take more time to reflect. Reflection is good. It gives us perspective. For me, in this case, it makes me appreciate the heart of a child that much more because I looked at things quite differently.....when I was a boy.
I'm beside myself. Not only did the first shirt from American Women who Bear Arms, LLC, go to a young Maine woman who's a shooting enthusiast, it went to the daughter of a long time friend who just happened to be listening this morning!
Evan spent a couple days with us and all I heard was, "PeePee, can I tell you something? Can you help me find another game to play?" As much as he keeps me running and pulls me away from projects, hearing his little voice never gets old and I happily relent. Today, I could use an Evan fix. I saw his bat in the rain and it really made me appreciate the little human who swings it in ni