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.
Here's Amy Adams, from the Friday Night Flashback Weekends, with her Gold "Best Radio Personality" Award from the People's Choice awards in the Courier Press. Hear Amy every Friday night on 104 FM WIKY.
I received this letter:
I am writing you because I know where your heart is, and I know if you are able, you will help. Snowball Express is an awesome organization that brings happiness to the children of our fallen heroes since 9/11.
First load of laundry in my new washing machine, I spend the evening washing, drying etc. Go to fold and put away, and I end up with 13 mismatched socks. How can, in one load, the dryer eat that many. I know, I know, they are probably under the bed or on the bathroom floor, but it doens't bode well on my laundry sorting and doing future does it?
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.
So I come to the studio at 3pm ready for another great show, and here's what happens:
1) Our music computer is run with a touch screen, which has worked just fine ALL DARN DAY until I begin and it just shuts down.
2) We get a Severe Thunderstorm Warning for Warrick County and I've got to get hold of Chad Sewich at 14 for an update. He's not answering..
3) It's time to do the ATM game!!!!!!!
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 can't help but swell with pride as one by one, the miners trapped for two months are lifted out of the shaft in Chile. How many times have mine accidents ended in tragedy? Most people in this area have a relative, friend, schoolmate or neighbor personally tied to the coal industry. It's a blessing to have good news to contemplate.