Opinion

Uff da. I'm not happy with the temperature fluctuations. And. It seems when the air temp warms the wind speed increases. What's with that? I do have warm clothes and boots so when I venture out I'm not freezing. I just don't like bundling up every time I go out. I guess I shouldn't complain. I talked to a friend who goes south for the winter and the other morning it was 32 in Mesa, Arizona. Now that would cause me to be unhappy.

Way back in October 1978, one of the funniest, most iconic comedy moments in television aired on “WKRP in Cincinnati”. As part of a remote radio spot celebrating Thanksgiving, staff members tossed live turkeys out of a helicopter hovering over a shopping center. Listeners heard pandemonium and chaos amid the screaming as the birds smashed into the ground and through windshields of cars. The sequence ends with the sobbing, disbelieving station manager confessing “Honest to God, I thought turkeys could fly!”

This week we enter the first days of new ownership under CherryRoad Media. It's an exciting time with a lot to accomplish, and probably the most proper way to start a new year. I, myself, have become rather accustomed to January being a quiet month, with not a lot going on, and a lot of focus on the temperatures and snowfall. I find myself creatively stunted and usually start to dream of traveling to new places. However, this year there's a lot to do and it will be a busy month full of activity and new challenges.

B-R-R-R. What a way to start a whole new year. And the dog still needs walking, as do I. But it has been brutal walking outside Saturday and Sunday mornings. I do layer and bundle up, but you can't cover your eyes. And this morning I had little droplets of ice form on my eyelashes. The walk was shorter than usual.

Happy New Year everyone, May you enjoy a healthy, loving and respectful 2022! Seems like the fanfare of putting up the Christmas tree is a lot more thoughtful than taking it down and getting rid of it. Riding around town it’s not surprising to see a dried-out spruce tree lying in the snow outside the backdoor or in some cases still ablaze with lights through the front window a week or two after the holidays.