Wow… two months already huh?
OK, so I’ve got some ‘splainin’ to do.
First off: I’m sorry for yet another delay in the production of the show. It was never intended, wasn’t meant to happen, was just something that occured. There’s a very big and a very good reason for it, however.
You see, for five years I’ve been serving what I now affectionaly call my five year sentence in Southern California (yes, I always give periods of my life names… I don’t know why). I left my home in Northern California with a sparkle in my eye, a skip in my step, and a dream in my head… all because I was finally going to be hosting a nationally syndicated radio show. Me… on real radio… with people calling and listening. The network was gaga over the three test shows we had done, they were excited about being able to market it, and life was great. My wife and I made a bundle on the sale of our home up North, got a very nice house down South… things were on the move.
Three months later the network shut its doors and I was in a major radio market with a very small portfolio to show for it. I tried several things, but regardless of your dreams you have to have money to make some things happen and I didn’t have a lot of it laying around… espcially after the unplanned Sabbatical I had to endure until my next “gig” came around. I would have completely soured on Southern California at this point if not for the generosity of Kevin Smith, who provided me with some of the few memories I’ll remember outside of my family.
Five years later I’m a father and on a trip up to Northern California I see how much my daughter loves seeing her 11 cousins and her grandparents that live up in the San Francisco Bay area, and my own mother is buying a home in Texas. At this point I fall back to the advice the Gambler gave us all… know when to fold ‘em, know when to walk away. It was time. The adventure had come to its fruition and it was time to go.
Oddly enough, the day after my wife and I decided it was time to go and we would throw caution to the wind and just sell our home, crash with family up North and figure things out from there I got a phone call about a new job. Before I knew it, the job was mine and we were packing up the family at an incredibly fast pace.
So that is where things have been. My studio is in boxes, my phone disconnected, and my living space has been reduced to one room that we all share. Funny thing is that I’ve never been happier.
Keep an eye out, because I have a funny hunch that something is on the horizon.
