Frazz by Jef Mallett for March 17, 2013

Well, whatever makes her happy…

We don’t know if she did it on purpose, do we?

I’m betting it somehow involved noodles.

As a teen I did U.S. civil war reenacting. One of the Toledo news channels was at an event I was participateing in. I didn’t realize it untill a week or two later I’m watching the evening news and suddenly.. Hey that looks like my captain, hey there’s me, oh wow there I am dieing. Good times still miss the smell and taste of black powder.

WDET 101.9FM DetroitWUOM – Michigan Radio 91.7 FM Ann Arbor, MII’m a radio broadcast engineer, I had to look ’em up.

@Rainfoot:

Was it WSPD? (Which should tell you how long ago I moved away!)

I grew up near Byrne and Heatherdowns, and have been fighting the Seven Years War (French and Indian) for the past 25 years.

fusilierJames 2:24

I know how she feels, I got a similar thrill, once: My daughter had a friend visit at our house, and when I chatted with him, I learned that he had come to town in order to vote. It seems he was a student, at school in Chicago, but had forgotten to register there. So, he took the El. to the train station, then took the train back home to Michigan, where his parents picked him up… all so he could vote! (It was the 2000 election, so a pretty momentous one to participate in.) I was so impressed by his determination, by his spirit of civic responsibility, that I called up a columnist from the Detroit Free Press to tell her the story. I only got the answering machine, but I left the message anyway, figuring nothing would come of it. So, I was over the moon tickled when I found my story in her column soon after. She had returned my call, and talked to my daughter (drats! missed it!) to get the info and the boy’s phone number. So, even though I wasn’t mentioned, I still felt like something I did made the news. And I was really happy for the boy and his family, who rightfully deserved the attention they received!

The news once reported where there was going to be a holiday-related drunk driver checkpoint—and I knew the spot. I wrote a letter to the chief of police, mentioning a boy I knew crossing the street there who’d been hit by a drunk a number of years before—how he’d been in a coma, then rehab as I watched him slowly come back. I added a ps: that kid had now beaten all the odds and gone off to college. So, thank you for holding that checkpoint. Thank you.

I got a letter back: the chief of police told me he had been the cop who’d had to knock on that kid’s door to tell his parents what had happened to their son, and he had never known how it had come out. Thank you. Thank you.

Viva Public Radio!!!!!

Must’ve been on WJR.