A child of TV

Television raised him. Every afternoon, he got off the bus, let himself into his house and turned on the TV. He was a latchkey kid.  And he was darn proud of it.

The TV was his nanny, his companion and his teacher. He had learned so much about the World from those sitcoms and dramas.  For example, he did not worry about the current leadership crisis in Washington. Oh no. Skipper and Gilligan proved that “if not for the courage of the fearless crew, the Minnow would be lost.”  They lacked competence and the Minnow made it safely to shore.  He also knew that radios on desert islands got good reception and had batteries that lasted forever. Gilligan’s Island also showed him that he needed to overpack for a three-hour tour.  The country would survive the economic downturn like the castaways survived on the island.

His favorite pick-up lines? Dyno-mite!  Whatcha talkin’ about Willis! Up your nose with a rubber hose!   Nanoo Nanoo! Women loved those.

TV was so very educational.  He knew that a dolphin could take out a shark by torpedoing it with his nose.  And if you ever wanted to get rich, all you had to do was shoot the ground with a shotgun and oil would shoot up.  Cha ching.  He understood the banking crisis after watching Mr. Dreysdale on “the Beverly Hillbillies.”  His understanding of Congress came from “I’m just a bill” and he knew all the words to “Conjunction Junction, What’s your function.” And also he knew that most problems in life had to be “Nipped in the Bud.”  Thank you, Deputy Fife for that bit of wisdom.  (Although he did fear that the big Kool-Aid pitcher would come bursting through his wall at any moment. How do you nip THAT in the bud?)

TV had taught him a lot about history, too. He learned about NASA from “I Dream of Jeannie.” And he was glad that that nice astronaut fellow became an oil baron in “Dallas.”  He understood the difficulties America had in Vietnam after watching “Gomer Pyle.”  M*A*S*H taught him about the Korean War, too. He was glad his grandfather had a good time while he was a POW in Germany. “Hogan’s Heroes” looked like a blast — they must have had tunnels all the way to Paris.  And he loved that in the Pacific theater, they had hot nurses on ever island. Thanks Baa Baa Blacksheep (Blacksheep Squadron) from that historical nugget. He learned tolerance of those who are different than him by watching “The Munsters.” Wile E. Coyote taught him the law of Gravity.

He learned how to drive by watching “Dukes of Hazzard,” “Rockford Files,” and “CHiPs.” His car insurance was over $10,000 every six months.

He had a very sophisticated world view thanks to TV.  He didn’t know where Europe was, but he did know that Lucky Charms were magically delicious, Frosted Flakes were great and you should always Leggo my Eggo.  When he drank a Coke, he hummed, “I’d like to teach the world to sing.” That was information that would translate into any language.

So as he stood on the steps of the U.S. Capitol, his heart swelled with pride.  He was about to be sworn in as the 46th President of the United States after winning a landslide in the election. He grinned and wondered what “The A-Team” would do at a moment like this? He loved it when a plan came together.  He started humming the “Jeffersons'” theme song as the Chief Justice began swearing him in:

“Movin’ on up! To the top. To a de-luxe apartment in the sky…”

Happy Dayswere here again.

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Daily Blog – Nov. 4

Anniversaries are a natural time to look back and reflect. Good ones, like your wedding anniversary, are joyous occasions filled with celebrations and fun. Negative ones — days when bad things happen in your life — aren’t so fun.  Scabs get picked and pain resurfaces. It’s like someone is playing a horror movie in your head. It hurts.

I have those kind of anniversaries; And when they happen, I choose not to look back. I look forward one year. I’m look forward to all the great things that will happen to me and my family in the next 365 days.  I’m look forward to the great things that are ahead.

Today is one of those anniversaries for me —  I’m looking forward to the future.  I refuse to spend the day looking in the rearview mirror.

I’m not backing up. I’m moving on.

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Friday Free-For-All

Good morning! It’s been a year since my life changed. How’s your day?

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Spork in the road

Bob McJones lived in tough times. His job was threatened; he worked long hours. The poor man was totally miserable. Stress was corroding his soul.  He barely had time to eat lunch and when he did, he wolfed down his food.  It was Tuesday and he ran next door to the fast food taco joint to order the cheapest special on the cheap menu.  He grabbed a spork and took a quick bite.

His wife had told him that eating too fast would kill him. She was right.

As he dropped to the floor choking on his 99¢ Burrito, he began to lose consciousness. The world around him became blurry and started to fade to black. Then, a bright, brilliant light came at him like a train.  It bathed him in warm light as he felt the grip of gravity release.  Was he in Heaven? He felt neither fear or peace.

Up ahead where two doors.  They weren’t Heaven or Hell — no, each represented a particular path his life could take from that point on.  He floated toward them with little effort and stared at their golden handles.  Both opened, allowing him to see what was beyond.  He looked into what must have been his current life.

In a year, his wife had left him. He had been laid off because his attitude had deteriorated and he was put on the list for layoffs. Once known for his humor, he had lost his smile.  People got tired of his complaining. His wife was the last to give up on him.  He had gained 20 pounds and was at risk of a heart attack. The weight, poor food choices and the stress caused a tumor to begin growing inside of him.  Bob McJones was dying from the inside out.

Bob pulled his head out of the doorway looking for the scary ghost from Scrooge. But he wasn’t Scrooge. Scrooge wasn’t a victim — Scrooges of the world were the problem. Bob McJones was a victim and he’d be the first to tell you. Life had been unfair to HIM.

Bob McJones was choking on more than a 99¢ Burrito.

Bob reached out and opened the other door.  There was his wife smiling. She looked as beautiful as the day they got married.  And then Bob was in an office — a different office — with the biggest smile on his face. He was busy, whistling and stopped for a moment to compliment one of his coworkers on a job well done.  His boss came by and complimented him on his work.  Bob was thinner, younger looking and happier.  And had seized life by the reigns.  Life was taking him special places.

He pulled back out of the doorway once again and realized the sole difference between the two doors: Him.  His attitude. How he approached his life.  The tumor growing inside of him was his anger.  And anger was leading him down the wrong path.

He was shocked back into awareness by sudden pressure around his chest. Another tightness and the whiteness went away.  And then one more compression and the 99¢ Burrito flew across the room and hit the floor.

Bob McJones had a 14-year-old Boy Scout to thank for performing the Heimlich maneuver and saving his life. And he had a 99¢ Burrito to thank for making that life better.  He picked up his spork off the floor and stuck it in his pocket.  It was a small souvenir from the day he had come to a spork in the road. He smiled and headed down his new path.

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Daily Blog – Nov. 3

I’m watching the Occupy Oakland protests erupt into violence and am thinking about the times we live in.  They are tough.  Trust me, I know. And for that reason, I kind of get where the protestors are coming from.  Kind of.

I just protest differently.

The past year has been a year of change for my family.  Instead of taking to the streets, I scrambled to find other ways to succeed.  And I will be totally honest, it hasn’t been easy. I never thought it would be.  But it has been thrilling.  The success I have experienced has been very satisfying.  Like a drink of cold water after a long, hot day’s work.

I had a choice: Be mad or be busy.  I’ve done some of both and can tell you this much, busy is by far the better choice.

Now if  you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to work. Thank God I’m busy.

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Thursday Free-For-All

Good morning!  Thankfully I’m not driving too far today.  Yesterday was six hours driving, one hour and fifteen minutes of speaking and three hours of radio.

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CARTOON: Speaker’s race

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Wednesday Free-For-All

Southeast bound and down…

Time to head to Biloxi. What’s up with you?

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Thankful

In the middle of the night a middle-aged man woke with a jolt.  For months he had been praying for something to be thankful for and for months, he received no clear answer to his prayers.

The clock read 3:23 a.m.  His answer had arrived.

He didn’t know it, though.  To him, it was a nightmare or a dream or gas or something. He flipped the pillow over to the cool side, pulled the covers back over him and went back to sleep.

The next morning, the world seemed different to him.  He noticed how beautiful his wife looked when she was sleeping.  He had seen her lying there over 6,500 times — but today, well, today he realized how lucky he was to be married to her.

He walked out in his kitchen and felt so glad to be living in such a nice house.  He knew it could be much worse. Heck, he was glad to have a home.  The sunrise coming through the window was the finest he had ever seen.  It bathed his kitchen in a warm light.

The pantry cabinet door swung open, revealing a wide variety of breakfast cereal. He had good, nutritious foods to eat for breakfast.  He said a prayer of thanks before he ate.

As he was brushing his teeth, he realized he had great teeth.  Heck, he had good health. What a blessing.  His mood was very good for some reason. Must have been the floss.

He helped his boys get to the school bus.  What fine children he had. They were smart and (most of the time) well-behaved.  When he looked at them in this light, his heart nearly beat out of his chest.

The old car in the garage hadn’t been good enough yesterday.  His neighbor had a really cool truck he would rather have. But when he looked at this morning, the words “Paid for,” burst into his mind.  Suddenly the old car looked new to him.

He grabbed his computer bag and went into the bathroom where his wife was getting ready.  He saw her in a new way, appreciating everything she did around the house while he was busy on the road and work.  Her eyes were bluer. Her face prettier. And his love was stronger.

He had troubles. And he had problems. But for the first time, he realized most of them were opportunities dressed in wolf’s clothing. He knew he was blessed to have them.

As he sipped his coffee and drove down his street toward the office, he realized his prayers had been answered  — he had had plenty to be thankful for all along.  Now he had the ability to see it.

And for that, he was thankful.

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CARTOON: Pac Man

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