I'm thinking deep thoughts about radio tonight, possibly to avoid work on the novel. No, that's what Solitaire Till Dawn is for. So I'm thinking deep thoughts on radio apparently because that's what's on my mind.
I was never better, professionally speaking, than when I worked for Rebecca Webb. I never worked harder, I never wrote better, I was never as together (Mr. Kabloohin, I hear you snickering out there--stop it), before or since.
Rebecca brought out the best in me, such as it was, and my life as a radiohead effectively ended when she left KINK the first time. I kept doing it for a while longer, with Elaine Murphy, who is a scholar and a lady of the first order, as my anchor. But my heart wasn't really in it any more. I needed Rebecca to push me. When the beancounters cut me loose, it was a blessing for all concerned.
They say radio died when TV came along, but it didn't. Radio died when ownership rules were relaxed and local owners disappeared. What they currently call radio is just an animated corpse. And watching it decay saddens me, more than you can possibly know.
On that note, tomorrow we will be spending the day with the Nutlings perusing the Degas/Forain/Toulouse-Lautrec exhibit at the Art Museum. LouLou is a budding artiste and is absolutely dying to give one of her drawings to the Museum. I'm not exactly sure how to break it to her that it might not be put on exhibit...
I hope that you had fun with the family at the museum. LouLou sounds like a kid after my own heart. I hope she took the news well. :--).