My Mom had a great line when I was a little boy and people called me “Crippled” or “Freak”. She reminded me; “Labels Are For Jars, Son” It’s almost funny to me, and I do mean the essence of irony. In 1981, my yet to be recognized “life path” took me from an FM Radio..
I truly meant to write this sooner but I have actually been waffling a bit. So much to write about, so little time! There’s Chris Rock at the Oscars and him slamming the whiny ones about lack of colour at the Academy Awards! There’s the shocking political race in the U.S. where I’m waiting for..