This is a poem written by Rita Flinn, who drove the bus to Nick Amster workshop in Wooster, Ohio. Ricky looked forward to boarding the bus for workshop every day.
Hi Guys, It's hard to believe that this is post number 800 for this blog. I started this blog out of my desire to communicate. Since radio and television is becoming more and more automated and less and less personal, I'm glad I made the decision to go in this direction as it has given me many blessings. When I first decided to write my musings, a friend from the radio and television boards who goes by the name of newsnomore, told me not to be discouraged if I didn't get any readers. The fact that I did in the early going made me surprised and grateful that anyone was enjoying what I wrote. I've had people tell me that maybe it wasn't meant for me to ever be in radio, that maybe my calling was blogging. Nowadays I think blogging makes for better two way conversation than terrestrial radio, especially the way I do it, non confrontational. The closest I come from any confrontation is the innocent digs that Pat and I shoot at each other. On an average day I get betwee...
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Like you I've lost my Dad a few years ago. Losing a parent is tough. I can't imagine what a loss losing a brother must be. You have been and will continue to be in my prayers along with your family.
The poem & love behind it.
B.