Another Day in Paradise...

I was recently reminded of the fun times we had in radio in Wichita.  I remember in my first year in Wichita, the KEYN management put together a costume/casino party on Halloween.  A bus came around and picked us up and delivered us to the party.  I was dressed like the Tin Man from the Wizard of Oz including a real metal barrel for the torso.

It wasn't long before I realized the folly of my costume selection.  It was very difficult to remove, especially after a few cocktails, and my arms needed to be about two feet longer to enable me to use the restroom.  Afterall, I am the Tin Man and I very possibly could rust.

The night jock, a bit of the typical Disc Jockey, went to the party as the boss, H. Roger.  H Roger in turn went to the party as the night jock.  There were people dressed as bricks and others dressed as brick layers.  There were candy bars, with and without nuts.  You can only guess at some of the other costumes.

That was one of the functions that helped to bring us together as a family of people about to have a great radio station.  Remind me to tell you about the company's first Christmas party with gift exchange.  Let me just end by saying thank you to the girl who helped me out with my zipper so the Tin Man didn't rust.  I'm still trying to remember who was responsible for the dead on aim.  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....................

That is all....Peters out!!!

Rumble in the ward

The other day I was delivering medications to the Alzheimer's ward at one of the nursing homes on my route and we about had a rumble.  I have gotten to know several of the residents there and everyday they greet me like they've never seen me before.  I'm not sure why.  I'm thinking they're just joking with the funny old guy with the orange cart.  Well, I was dispensing the contents of the carriers to the charge nurse when Margie asked if she could help me.  Margie is about 5 feet tall, very wrinkled, no teeth but sweet as can be.  She pulled a chair across the hallway from the recreation room and sat as close to my cart as possible to watch over my items.

Then an older gentleman joined and said he just wanted to watch me deliver the medicine.  Then, the youngest member of the ward came up and started with the attitude.  His name is Robert.  Sometimes Robert has a wheelchair, sometimes a walker and sometimes he just walks on his own.  Robert looks to be about 30ish, wears a cool beatles type wig and has kind of a blank stare about him. I've never heard him say anything other than "help".  Then Bernie and Booker came up in a wheelchair train with a couple of other patients and the rumble was on. 

The gentleman who just wanted to watch was apparently in Robert's way.  He threatened Robert with a rolled newspaper when Robert told him "you move", repeatedly.  I was stunned.  What happened to "help"?  Then Robert complained to the nurse that mister G was "causing trouble."  My jaw dropped.

Clara the nurse dispersed the crowd and I finshed with my delivery and headed off to the rehab hall where everyone is recovering from something.  Pretty boring stuff.

This is the greatest feeling in the world.  Everyday, it's like meeting a whole new crowd of people.  They haven't got a clue who I am.  Not too much unlike my last radio job.  It all makes me kinda wish they had ratings in nursing homes too.  I'd be number one with a bullet!  HELP!

That is all...Peters out.  (Just like Bernie the other day!)