~8:30am~ EST
~MERRY CHRISTMAS~
Having said that I recognize that a certain degree of repentence is due for my lack of writing over the last several days. I can explain briefly why I have not written...and the reasons were two.
1. The father and mother of the bride have come for their very first visit of their entire lives to the east coast. This has been a blast but it has also been time consuming because we wish to visit with them as long as possible and do not know when we will see them next so to use my precious moments this week to write has seemed - well - unimportant.
2. For much of Monday and Tuesday I had also devoted most of my working time to preparing an annual special called "Christmas From My Living Room to Yours". Musical friends of mine come in studio we sit around the fireplace, talk about Christmas memories and sing songs as though we are in my very living room. This year's edition was to highlight some of the past year's performances from friends like Dick and Mel Tunney, Two 4 One, Doug Bardolph, and Laura Cook. The only problem was that after the evaluating which parts fit best, and mastering a special that for sure would have left every person listening teary eyed the entire project got eaten, choked, burned, scratched, destroyed - without time to re-do it before time for it to air. To say I am disappointed is an understatement...
In its place today on my show will be the replay of my first ever visit with "The mother of the bride", as she tells her story of what she felt about God growing up, how he broke through and helped her let go when she battled cancer, and how she has wisdom for young women and families today - especially in this dangerous world we live in. The phone went nuts when we had her on only days ago and so I felt it an appropriate "best of" to run in today's time slot. Thats 1-4pm on 970 DJ, and WMCA 570 "Radio Home of the Good Guys" in NYC.
In addition to these bits of info, more readers have been begging me to fill them in on the dilemma that I began to describe only a few days ago. It had to do with my going to see "The Return of the King".
Long story short went like this... The lovely bride and I had looked forward to seeing "Return" all week. Because of the very tight budget we are on we waited till we could go to a Saturday matinee' to save a buck or two. Knowing it would sell out early I got up on Saturday last and got to the theater about 45 minutes before they opened. I waited in the freezing cold and after about 20 minutes the tweeny-boppers that run the place all showed up, let themselves in and locked us out to continue to wait in the cold. We were told they would open in 25 minutes. 30 minutes later we were still waiting in the frozen outside and finally 15 minutes after that they opened the doors. I bought the very first pair of tickets for the later matinee scheduled for that day. I returned home still frozen but thankful and greeted the lovely bride with the good news. We got ready, had a bite to eat, and planned our snacks for the 3 hour plus adventure, and returned to the theater to wait in the second line (thankfully this time it was one on the inside of the theater) to select our seats. We arrived close to 45 minutes before the movie was to begin and again were first in line.
But we would not have our first selection of seats. Someone outside the theater who had not yet purchased tickets had cornered a tween working at the theater and had told him that he would give him $30 if he would go reserve seats for him inside. The tween took it and even began bragging and showing of the 3 clean crisp new $10 dollar bills the man had just given him.
The tween entered the theater with the cleaning crew, secured the seats and when the lovely bride and I came into the theater the four perfectly aligned seats with center view, half way back placement had the freshly printed "Reserved" signs on their seat backs.
The lovely bride and I had seen all of this, we even debated about what we should do about it. We found some seats that were still pretty good and I told her I would go to get her something to drink. While in line at the popcorn and snack counter I heard the two men talking who had pulled the stunt...
"How are the seats," said the one with wildish long hair and wearing a scarf around his neck even though he was in this warm cozy theater.
"Primo," said his partner.
They continued to laugh at the amazement of their exploits.
When I got back to the seats, I gave the lovely bride her bottle of water and then told her, "I think we should have switched the signs". "You know put them on the four seats in the front row so that they would have to stare straight up into space."
"Just let it go," the lovely bride responded.
I turned around just long enough to catch the gaze of scarfman. This knowing grin crossed my face. He began to twitch and squirm a bit. It was finally he who broke the gaze.
The lovely bride asked me what I was looking at.
"Oh nothing much, just the picture of a man who may have no soul," I said. "You know what really bugs me is how he used a kid to carry out his corrupt way of thinking. I mean its one thing to believe that because you have means it entitles you to be above everyone else in the universe, but to pass that message on to kids is perverted."
The lovely bride agreed.
I guess we now know where the "Enrons" of the world come from after all...
