V A C A T I O N!

Another big week in the delivery business.  I have settled in as a medical courier delivering medicine to nursing homes.  It is heart warming, amusing and sad all at the same time.  I am convinced there are two diseases which are as cruel as it gets.  Cancer and Alzheimers.  I deliver to an Alzheimers ward and have made some friends.  Yesterday I was greeted in the hallway by Bernie who was wearing no pants.  Totally freeballing!  Margie keeps trying to leave with me and Stanley, the former pilot, keeps telling me something about dropping pretzels out of airplanes.  It reminds me so much of the radio managers I've worked for who spent their days entertaining Jack Daniels.

As I sit here, we are on the eve of our annual trek to Table Rock Lake to spend the week with Stacy's side of the family.  This is always an interesting trip.  We split up the grocery bill and then everyone hides the food they don't want to share in their rooms.  It's not unusual to find a pack of mint oreos under a bed or a package of deli meats in a dresser drawer.  This is not a situation that leads to confrontation as two of the family members are "carry and conceal" type of guys.  Needless to say, oreos aren't worth getting shot for.  But come to think of it, Chips Ahoys may be.

So, we leave in the morning and will be on the lake by lunch.  There will be a boat and two jet skis.  I'm expecting that this would be a perfect opportunity tho break a hip or something.  Maybe a slight brain injury.  Good excuse to carry and conceal some bologna.  Or better yet, surprise everyone by not wearing pants!  I knew you could learn from your elders!!!

In the immortal words of the Go-Gos..."Vacation havin' a party!"

That is all...Peters out!  (You know what I mean)

This just in....

I am so busy working my 14 hour shifts that I have been derelict of my duties to bloviate on this blog.  Because of a temporary lack of time, here is a short summation and some token name dropping to tide over all the fans. 

I have three new friends in the Alzheimer's wing at one of my nursing home stops.  They are:  Booker who almost killed me my first day.  He left a little spill by the exit door and I slpped in it on my way out.  There is Stanley, who I can tell is/was a very intelligent man and a former pilot and Margie who tries to leave with me every day.  All three act like they are meeting me for the first time everyday.  I love them.

This job is just like being a UPS guy only we don't have the cool brown uniforms....or big shiny trucks....and don't make executive wages....or have stock options.  Come to think about it, the only thing we have in common is delivering crap.

I think I've come to terms with the possibility that I may never get the opportunity to return to radio and I guess that's okay.  Stacy and I did a dance for a gay couple that hired us to do his 50th birthday party.  It was a riot.  20 feet of catered oriental and mexican food and an open martini bar.  They paid us to be there too!

Now some names....Stacy, Ashleigh, Carleigh, Bradyn, Duncan, Bryan, Cindy, Clara, Beau, Lisa, Simon, Kent, Dan and Shiniqua.

That is all...Peters out!

Long ago....

and far away.  It just doesn't seem possible that I have another high school class reunion in less than a month.  Actually, it's hard to believe that I actually graduated so I could even attend a high school reunion.  It's been 35 years since I crossed the stage at Omaha's Civic Auditorium and heard my name being read off the 3 by 5 card I had written it on.  Timothy Alloisious Peters.  My parents were already used to me embarassing them, so they just ignored the chuckles and snide remarks from the people seated around them.  At least I wasn't naked under the robe.

The reunion committee, namely Marlee Richards Bailey Kopecky, to inform me that I had been found.  They also requested I produce a cd commemorating the 35th reunion.  You see, out of the 798 people that graduated , probably over a hundred became doctors, even more became lawyers or some other profession that has allowed them to be comfortable as they near retirement.  But I'm pretty sure there was only one person in the Westside High School graduating class of 1973 that became a disc jockey....that would be me.  And the reason there was only one?  My present position as a delivery driver for nursing homes might make it self explanatory and the fact that social security income is all there will be until the wealthier family members move on to the great beyond.  But nevertheless, I am what I am and I will produce another entertaining and musical trip into yesteryear, reliving the days we all wish we could relive with what we now know. 

So when we're all discussing each other's successes in the world.  The heart transplat that have been performed, the big cases that have been won, their kids' Harvard educations, I'll just hold my head up high......and tell everyone I too am a doctor of medicine and I have a law degree....Now, who's buying the next round?

That is all...Peters out!