Today marks one of those phony baloney awareness days that dot the calendar: National Disc Jockeys Day. I normally make fun of these things and ignore them, but hey…this one pertains to me! <g> I (and we) have been doing this longer than I care to honestly admit. That being said, it sure beats working for a living.
My father was a newspaper and later freelance commercial photographer. I remember sitting in his darkroom one night when I was a boy. He was developing pictures and we were listening to a Houston Rockets game on the radio (or maybe it was an Oilers or Astros game. We spent a lot of time together like this-regardless of the sports season). I always thought it must be boring for him to go through the same processes over and over again. I’ll never forget the moment I asked him if he found what he was doing, “boring.” He stopped. He smiled. He turned to me and said, “No Bud, I love it. And I want you to one day find something you love. I want you to do it with all your heart and to the best of your abilities. And trust me, someone will pay you to do it. Then, making a living for your family will be a joy for you each day, not WORK.”
As much as I would have hated to admit it at the time, I readily do it now. Pops was right. A bad day on the radio beats a good day at work at countless jobs in this world. I am grateful for each and every one. Some of which are documented below. One day I’ll go through scrapbooks and boxes of photos in the house and put together a REALLY extensive and chronological gallery of this strange and wonderful life I (and we’ve led). What you see below are shots that I found on my phone this morning. Excluded are the numerous pics of us with musical artists. That’s for another day. Anyway, here’s a smattering of my life on the radio. Thanks for listening today and always.
