Post by jptheprofessor on Oct 25, 2007 18:32:38 GMT -5
Busy week, so pardon me for lack of quality blogging time...
This week is "Pot Luck CD Week" on the 4:15 PM "Classic Rock Clip" contest. Up for grabs, your choice of Steve Perry's Prime Cuts greatest hits CD or the compilation disc Mullets Rock 2. The correct answer was "Get Back" by the Beatles.
Today's 5:15 PM "Lost Classic" was "Arriving UFO" by Yes, from their 1978 album Tormato. Today is Yes singer Jon Anderson's 63rd birthday.
If you follow baseball, you know that the World Series began yesterday, and the Boston Red Sox beat up on the Colorado Rockies in Game One, 13-1. You may also recall that two years ago, when the Red Sox won the World Series, the pivotal playoff game that triggered their comeback against the Yankees in the American League Championship Series - the infamous "bloody sock" game, when Sox pitcher Curt Schilling pitched on an injured ankle, and his sutures began bleeding during the game, with the bloody sock visible on the television screen.
Well, yesterday - perhaps in honor of that game - I had my own "bloody socks" episode. I was having a problem with a rumbling and vibration in one of the front wheels of my car, and scheduled an appointment during the morning to have it looked at. The garage I take my car to is located near Altoona Hospital near downtown Altoona, around 4-5 miles from my house, and about a 10-15 minute drive. Often, if I have to leave the car to have extended work done on it, the garage usually can provide me with a ride back home so I don't have to sit around the shop and wait. So I took the car in yesterday, and in my groggy, set-the-clock-and-wake-up-early state, I had forgotten my cell phone and left it at home. I was informed that the car problem was a bad ball joint and possibly the axle as well, a job that would take at least 4 hours to repair. And in an unusual coincidence, there was nobody present to give me a lift home. I had no cell phone, and thus didn't have my phone numbers nor could call anybody to give me a lift back home. I didn't want to bother my coworkers at Q94, since things are pretty hectic with our impending move into our new facilities on Union Avenue. The friends I knew who I could call were all at work at this time of the day. And I didn't feel like spending money on a taxi ride. The sky was overcast but not raining yet; and since I normally go on one-mile walks almost every day anyway, I decided to hoof it home from the garage. I knew I could do a 4-mile walk home, no problem...except for one oversight...I had bought new sneakers last week, and they were still stiff and not altogether broken in. And as I got further into my walk, I realized that the backs of the sneakers were rubbing against the backs of my heels, which were starting to blister up. At this point, I was halfway home, and decided to soldier on. About three-quarters of the way home, it started to drizzle.
Curt Schilling would have been damned proud of how BOTH of my socks looked when I got home, from my heel blisters as I continued the walk. But I made it home, damp and with bloody heels, socks and backs of my sneakers! My heels now have bandaids on them; my legs are a little sore from the long walk, but not bad. My car's "feet" are now in better shape than my own; the ball joint and axle are fixed and running smoothly.
Almost as painful as my heels became during that walk was looking at all the litter along Chestnut Avenue! What a mess! Plastic soda bottles and styrofoam are scattered all along Chestnut Avenue from near downtown to past the Norfolk Southern railroad shops! To the folks who throw this stuff out of car windows and/or litter, try mixing in a trash can once in a while!
This week is "Pot Luck CD Week" on the 4:15 PM "Classic Rock Clip" contest. Up for grabs, your choice of Steve Perry's Prime Cuts greatest hits CD or the compilation disc Mullets Rock 2. The correct answer was "Get Back" by the Beatles.
Today's 5:15 PM "Lost Classic" was "Arriving UFO" by Yes, from their 1978 album Tormato. Today is Yes singer Jon Anderson's 63rd birthday.
If you follow baseball, you know that the World Series began yesterday, and the Boston Red Sox beat up on the Colorado Rockies in Game One, 13-1. You may also recall that two years ago, when the Red Sox won the World Series, the pivotal playoff game that triggered their comeback against the Yankees in the American League Championship Series - the infamous "bloody sock" game, when Sox pitcher Curt Schilling pitched on an injured ankle, and his sutures began bleeding during the game, with the bloody sock visible on the television screen.
Well, yesterday - perhaps in honor of that game - I had my own "bloody socks" episode. I was having a problem with a rumbling and vibration in one of the front wheels of my car, and scheduled an appointment during the morning to have it looked at. The garage I take my car to is located near Altoona Hospital near downtown Altoona, around 4-5 miles from my house, and about a 10-15 minute drive. Often, if I have to leave the car to have extended work done on it, the garage usually can provide me with a ride back home so I don't have to sit around the shop and wait. So I took the car in yesterday, and in my groggy, set-the-clock-and-wake-up-early state, I had forgotten my cell phone and left it at home. I was informed that the car problem was a bad ball joint and possibly the axle as well, a job that would take at least 4 hours to repair. And in an unusual coincidence, there was nobody present to give me a lift home. I had no cell phone, and thus didn't have my phone numbers nor could call anybody to give me a lift back home. I didn't want to bother my coworkers at Q94, since things are pretty hectic with our impending move into our new facilities on Union Avenue. The friends I knew who I could call were all at work at this time of the day. And I didn't feel like spending money on a taxi ride. The sky was overcast but not raining yet; and since I normally go on one-mile walks almost every day anyway, I decided to hoof it home from the garage. I knew I could do a 4-mile walk home, no problem...except for one oversight...I had bought new sneakers last week, and they were still stiff and not altogether broken in. And as I got further into my walk, I realized that the backs of the sneakers were rubbing against the backs of my heels, which were starting to blister up. At this point, I was halfway home, and decided to soldier on. About three-quarters of the way home, it started to drizzle.
Curt Schilling would have been damned proud of how BOTH of my socks looked when I got home, from my heel blisters as I continued the walk. But I made it home, damp and with bloody heels, socks and backs of my sneakers! My heels now have bandaids on them; my legs are a little sore from the long walk, but not bad. My car's "feet" are now in better shape than my own; the ball joint and axle are fixed and running smoothly.
Almost as painful as my heels became during that walk was looking at all the litter along Chestnut Avenue! What a mess! Plastic soda bottles and styrofoam are scattered all along Chestnut Avenue from near downtown to past the Norfolk Southern railroad shops! To the folks who throw this stuff out of car windows and/or litter, try mixing in a trash can once in a while!