Seems Like Old Times
I ran in to a colleague today from my radio years, years that came to an abrupt halt in the first week of October in 2001.
It was the end of an insane 30 days beginning, of course, on September 11th. One of the most terrifying days of my life.
A week later my fourth child, my baby boy was born. Easily one of the most awe inspiring days of my life.
A week after that I got the only reprimand I have ever received in my life. My boss and her henchwoman got together and decided I wasn't doing my job. After 12 years in radio, 10 years longer than either of them, they thought they'd write down what they didn't like about me and present in a letter for me to sign. It was one of the most humiliating days of my life.
A week later I quit radio forever, without a new job, with four children, with really no money, but with a woman who loved and trusted me completely and would do anything for my happiness. It was one of the bravest days of my life.
The gentleman who I saw today worked in radio the same time I did, in fact we worked together for a bit. He's a kind, honorable guy who actually ended up owning a station in the end. He's a man of many talents, a good father and grandfather. He's a self-made man who was even voted businessman of the year recently in our little city.
I say all this about him because when I saw him today, maybe because it was this man in particular, I missed the radio business so much I could hardly stand to sit another moment in my big giant office. I wanted to follow him out, a small pup, jump in his passenger seat, stick my head out the window and let him drive me back to where I belong.
But I didn't. Of course. I stayed in my seat like the good little soldier that I now am. No more terror, awe, humiliation or bravery, apparently. No, I don't believe that. I'm sure there's a whole bushel of humiliation in my future. (kidding)
Radio isn't what it was. It wasn't what it was even when I was there in the late 80's and 90's. The old radio dudes would lament even then about how radio was Radio in the 60's and 70's. It's all perspective I suppose.
But it happened in a time in my life that I LOVED. And so I associate.
It's good to be reminded of those days. It gives one hope.
Posted by Casey Freeland at 21:57