AGodthing's Blog

I really didn't intend to blog about the broadcast circus, but since we seem to be leaning that way...

It had snowed a typical four feet in Denver, and the plows were due to be busy an hour after I had to report to work. and as is the economic case with radio types, I was driving a less-than-showroom vehicle. The clock strikes 4:30am and through the drifts I plow. about halfway to work, I high-end a drift and become as wedged as Pooh Bear in Rabbit's hole. Stuck. Immovable.

There were no options other than to start leaping through the drifts, as fast as I could leap. Literally over the river and through the woods, hoping I would make it there by 5:30AM.

When one is faced with living on the edge of poverty, it's truly amazing what the prospects of being late for work can do for one's motivation. So I had made it, in spite of the odds. On time. A true champion of the industry! Except that due to the frigid temperatures and the sudden transformation from out-of-shape producer to human snowplow, I found myself completely unable to speak. And it wasn't TV. I couldn't wave my hands to communicate. Management sent me home later, anyway. They had no idea that  it would  shortly develop into full bore pneumonia.