It's Halloween week on the WIKY Morning Show (can someone please tell us how the end of October snuck up on us?). Traditionally, we like to supply clever, quick, and most of all, easy last minute costume ideas for both kids and adults.
Diane and I have been in rehersals for a play we're in for Civic Theatre this weekend. It's Love Letters by A.R. Gurney. It's a different kind of play because the entire story is told through an exchange of letters between a couple throughout their lives. Diane and I will take the man and woman from school kids through college, then Jack and Sue Schriber portray the couple through adulthood. It's funny, moving, and has a very surprise ending. It's a terrific play.
Every Friday morning on the WIKY Morning Show, we have a wonderful non-profit organization in the studio to hang out with us and tell us about the work they do and their upcoming event. They get valueable air-time on WIKY, but there's a great big catch.....first they have to feed us a delicious breakfast! Do we feel guilty about this? Absolutely not!
The other day on the show, we were talking about foods that take you back to childhood and I ended up posting a blog about it on Facebook. A very dear friend of mine remembered bringing "mass quantities of Corn Toasties" when they would come and visit us in Ohio.
Occasionally on the WIKY Morning Show, a subject will come up where the reaction takes me totally by surprise. This morning, I mentioned that my wife needed a replacement part for one that had broken. She had the option of buying the part on-line or buying it from a local merchant. She made the conscious decision to buy locally. It didn't turn out well. After weeks of not hearing from the local store, it wasn't until she went to the store that she found that they had never even placed the order for the part. If she had ordered the part on-line, it
Over the weekend, I bought and ate something that brought me right back to my childhood. I had some Chunky Sirloin Burger Soup and I can honestly say I haven't had any since I still lived in Ohio as a kid! I used to be fascinated with the little teeny-tiny sirloin burgers and how they even had grill marks on them! It was pretty tasty, but I do have to say that my palate is a bit more sophisticated these days....LOL!
Having lived in Evansville for 10 years, I've really enjoyed some of the traditions we have here. Fried food up and down Franklin Street the first week of October is a real highlight of my calendar year.
I recently was going through our pantry at home when I found a can of boiled peanuts in the very back. Boiled peanuts are common in the South and a friend brought them back for me from a visit to his family in Alabama. Of course, I can't recall how long ago that was, but the can's in the pantry if ever I get a hankering for boiled goobers.
This week, WIKY started our latest contest where we've converted your radio into an ATM, spitting out C-notes to loyal listeners and maybe even a hundred grand!
It got me to thinking about the age-old question: if you had any wish - what would it be? It's tricky because you have to get it exactly right or no telling what might happen. And wishing for more wishes is never allowed, ask any genie.
During the Radiothon for Riley Hospital in August, I learned about Clare Scheller. Clare graduated from Mater Dei in May and in August was diagnosed with leukemia. She started chemo, but then had a very serious bout of septic shock and ended up losing her leg from the knee down.
She was in pretty bad shape during our Radiothon and I just found her story very compelling and it has affected me to this day. I follow her updates on Caring Bridge, which is the website for people facing cancer or other serious illnesses.
The amazing story of the Chilean miners being brought to the surface one at a time from the mine they've been trapped in for 69 days has us riveted.
But it's also one of those stories that features a word that we've all pronounced one way and then suddenly are required to pronounce differently. In the miners' story, the country is Chile - forever pronounced "chilly" by the rest of us - but newscasters call it "chee-lay."
Last night as Jeff and I were riveted to the TV watching the first of the Chilean miners being rescued, I realized something. I realized how rare it is to watch "good" news on television. It's not just rare, it's darn near impossible.
I think that the DVR has completely changed the way we watch television. I know it has in my house.
For instance, only a select few shows are what we call "DVR-Worthy." It's funny how my hubby Jeff and I each have our favorites....while I love me some "Glee" and "The Vampire Diaries," Jeff's gotta watch his "Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives" and "BBQ Pitmasters!"
The Fall Festival is underway on Franklin Street and the weather couldn't be more perfect. Everyone seems to have their favorites and heads directly to those booths but with 126 different booths, we at WIKY have encouraged exploration. For my first Fall Festival six years ago, I sampled every booth. I really didn't know what I was in for until I walked onto Franklin Street and didn't figure it would take an entire week, but I did it. The problem, of course, was the combo - a pronto pup at one booth, deep fried Twinkie at another, then a brain sandwi