Seems To Work
Life’s a critical condition
At least in my head
Wake up falling in the air
Until … or if …
Until we’re dead!
Baby trooper in midstorm
Better be quiet or be torn
The goal is to simply land
Until … or if …
We hit the sand!
Bad guys guns and bombs
I know better; I feel strong
I want to win; I know I can
Until … or if …
Here comes the storm! Continue reading “Until We Can’t (A Poem)”
It was 1980. Hair was big. John’s last name was Cougar. Apple computers didn’t exist. Diana was engaged to Charles. Rambo was just a twinkle in Stallone’s eye. And I was a disc jockey and newsman at WERI AM/FM in Rhode Island.
I came home every weekend from Boston College to work on-the-air. I missed a lot of Friday night parties at school, but thankfully the student body started every weekend on Thursday.
I didn’t have big hair, but a lot of popular musicians did. I loved throwing Frisbees with my friend John Cavaliere in the square, where the girls could possibly be watching from their dorm room windows. Continue reading “The Old-Fashioned Radio Show”