Skip to main content

Feels like Mississippi...

Hard to forget my home state when the air is as sticky as it is in Mississippi! Yeesh, isn't it supposed to be cooler here! :)

I hardly wore button-downs and never wore ties in Jackson. That attire just seems to make things hotter. Upon exiting Broadcast House (yeah, the building has that on the outside - dwarfed by the 4-story glass exterior but it's on there), I have a daily ritual of ridding myself of the tie. Although I enjoy my 5-block stroll, the workday is done - lose the tie, man!

This past weekend marked my first time of navigating the streets of Maryland and being in DC truly alone. The in-laws are away for the week. As directionally challenged as I can be, I've actually got a clue where to get around Laurel. The drive to the Metro station is a snap, and I've officially become a Metro commuter as of today - dropped off clothes to be dry cleaned in DC and brought them back on the train. Quaint, aye? :)

Now, that I've completed other errands for the week, there's two Thai places on my walk to work and one of them must be tried for dinner. Last Saturday would've been perfect for such a meal but I ran out of time. Gorgeous day...spotted a spotless tan 240D Benz (probably an '82 as my former)...passed a cream-colored Bentley sitting at an Exxon station, and had a group of picketers across the street silently telling everyone that Taiwan's democracy was being murdered. Just another Saturday in the District...

The people at WUSA continue to be grateful of my being there and my responsiveness to issues seems to be dramatically more positive than what they were used to receiving. Obviously, the Lord had me at WJTV for a season for a reason...and I've clearly been prepared for these challenges.

Thanks for your continued friendship...

Stay tuned...
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A Very Angry Prostate

Cancer.  No other word evokes so many emotions and consumes so many thoughts of both the one with the diagnosis and those who learn of it. On Tuesday, June 25, at 4:40pm, I learned that I have prostate cancer.  One of the questions I'm most asked: "How did you know to check?" Naturally, some wondered if I had signs or pains. There were none. Last September, I had my second physical with my new primary physician. With an age of 50, he requested a PSA (prostate-specific antigen) test be added to my blood panel. The next day, the results were in my portal. For my age, my PSA should be no higher than 4. My reading was 4.191. Since this number was out of range, the portal chart visually shouted at me that this was HIGH. Googling sent me into a spiral of thinking I might have prostate cancer which led to many thoughts of mortality. I was at work sitting in my cubicle attempting to calm myself and praying as waves of anxiety, thoughts and emotions washed in. I contacted my prima
Post a Comment
READ THE FULL STORY »

When Three Weeks Felt Like Three Months

These words have taken months to reconcile as I've wrestled with and revisited many times over. Summarizing three very long weeks of December 2023 has been quite the challenge. I was in Mississippi for what began as a hip fracture for my mother and ended in her passing. It's still rather surreal for her to be gone. The first Mother's Day without her impacted me more than what would've been her 86th birthday on January 24 or what would've been her 67th wedding anniversary on April 4. Not getting a call from her on my birthday July 1 was also a void which was filled with Dad calling in birthday wishes. My family being a thousand miles away for the last 20 years, only speaking on the phone once or twice a month, visits only being every few years due to life and expenses...it feels almost routine being disconnected from Mom. Yet, random memories and various regrets have trickled through my mind since those exhausting weeks in December. Three weeks which felt like three
Post a Comment
READ THE FULL STORY »

May We Never Forget

On this 20th anniversary of the September 11 attacks, I'm posting below a story I wrote on the 10th anniversary. These are my reflections on that day.  Looking at the first paragraph, it's interesting how times change. No one has asked me questions of where I was or what I was doing. I'm not sure if many of us have forgotten but more likely we're so very distracted. We've navigated almost two years of a pandemic that's taken and changed so many lives. We've navigated political and cultural changes poorly and emotionally to the point of creating more divisions.  We are not the country we were the weeks and months after 9/11. The bipartisan efforts then were refreshing. The amount of American flags flying proudly and in solidarity was inspiring. Today, it seems many despise their own country and its flag. But even this is not new. While she has stumbled over the years and will continue to do so - America will always be the most amazing country in the world. It
Post a Comment
READ THE FULL STORY »