Been more than three months since I've posted anything here. Like many others, most of my creative efforts have been posted on Facebook page. Since, at last look, I have 439 "friends", the posts are seen by quite a few people. And even more people see them when I post on the groups I belong to.Of late, I've also gotten the audience of a local radio veteran, whom some, including myself, consider a legend, Jeff Kinzbach. All you folks removed from Northeast Ohio remember him as the head of the Buzzard Morning Zoo for many years in the 80's and 90's on WMMS. He is now the highly rated morning show host on 97.5 WONE, Akron's Home of Rock N' Roll. I have wrote in the past how our paths crossed as high school marching band announcers. Jeff came looking for me at a band show where, the school he announces for, Medina Highland, my alma mater, and the school I announce for, Rittman, were appearing together. That evening, we became friends. Jeff also sent me a get well message five weeks later, when he learned I broke my ankle. That day, I became a fan.
Back to Kinzbach. I call him a friend, but not the close personal type. He would know me to see me, and knows my voice, but would not invite me over for dessert. I'm fine with that. I was pleasantly surprised when he was named morning show host at WONE. Because of the friendship we struck as band announcers, I started taking the liberty of posting some Random Acts on his timeline. He would always click the "like" button, showing his pleasure. Once when he read an off the wall news article, calling it "Dumbbell of the Day," I quick wrote a limerick and called it in during commercial break. Several days later, I got a message through Facebook, encouraging me to call in my poems every day. Most days, they are aired, some days not. Somedays, because of my work schedule, I have to find creative ways to call them in. One day, I wrote and called in my poem from a church parking lot, and it was aired live. News director, Ed Esposito has used one of the "Poetry Man", as they call me(also stating that the poetry line is ringing) rhymes during a newscast.Outside of my friends and coworkers, do I have a following? I don't know. Am I having fun? You bet! With the support of Jeff Kinzbach and Ed Esposito, and the fact that program director Tim Daugherty, hasn't messaged or emailed me, telling me to knock it off, I'm enjoying bringing a smile to a few faces of folks getting ready for their work day.
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