March 8, 2012 When Ken McDonald was hired to replace Darrin Horn as head basketball coach at Western Kentucky University in 2008, I was more focused on the guy who would be sitting next to him during all the subsequent games.
March 7, 2012 In any other year, if you were to hear the name of the Big East Player of the Year, and it wasn't a Louisville Cardinal, you'd likely pay no attention, whatsoever. But the 2012 winner is a different story, altogether.
March 6, 2012 I've been a regular blood donor for about 4 years. I try to give every two months. But I've been fortunate on the occasions I've forgotten, because I've received phone calls at those times informing me of a shortage of O negative blood, the universal blood type. And, yes, that makes me a universal donor.
March 5, 2012 I was at my computer this morning when I sat back and noticed all the crap on my desk. In fact, I said out loud, "Look at all this random crap." So I decided to take you all on a guided tour of my desk
March 4, 2012 The tornado (we think it was one) that blew past the WBKR studios on Friday afternoon took me back 12 years to 2000. That F3 tornado (we knew it was one) that ripped through Owensboro on January 3 created the exact same high-velocity visuals we saw just two days ago. Yes, Friday's storms took me back 12 years. The sirens took me back even farther.
A friend of mine told me about this non-profit sports league called "Two Rivers Buddy Ball" located in Owensboro it's for kids ages 5-20 with any disability mental or physical that would keep them from playing on a regular league. When I heard about this I wanted to help get the word out, I have several kids myself and a boy with Autism so this is something near & dear to my heart and I think it's great to help any child or young adult have a great time no matter what their disability.
But to keep a great place like this running they hold fundraisers and take donations to do so, if you would like to make a donation you can make it to...
February 24, 2012 It was a simple phone call to inform my mom that the Louisville/Cincinnati basketball game was on ESPN--she graduated from U of L in 1954. Just a simple phone call. Then the gears started turning, connections were made, and my mother suddenly remembered an amazing story from her time spent at Cincinnati Children's Hospital in 1952 as part of her training curriculum. So she wrote the following essay:
February 23, 2012 As the 9th Annual St. Jude Radiothon sponsored by Poole's Pharmacy Care continues, we will be adding a satellite location to our fundraising efforts--BUFFALO WILD WINGS!!!
February 18, 2012 Okay, so I'm a huge fan of Youtube. It's a quick fix for boredom. When, or if, I run out of things to do, watch, listen to, whatever, there's always Youtube. So, the other day while Youtubing, I just searched "Owensboro" and hit the jackpot. And then I thought, "I have a forum. Why not spotlight the occasional Owensboro-related Youtube video?" Answer: no reason.
February 16, 2012 I am awarding WBKR Sales Manager Traci Davis the "Golden Smoke Pit." It's a hypothetical award because it doesn't physically exist; she'll never receive anything she can sit on her desk next to the computer. But anyone who brings in Old Hickory barbecue for lunch deserves SOMETHING. Even if it's mythical.
February 8, 2012
This actually looks MUCH better than the slop I ate in 1972. (Gudlyf, Flickr.com) Let's see, how did it all begin? I was at the front desk today, chatting with Moon Mullins and Roxianne the Receptionist, and we began discussing fast food. This led to a mention of the Morgan Spurlock documentary "Super-Size Me" and the vague, if not a little dishonest, point it makes. Then came talk of the amazing and frightening documentary "Food, Inc." Then we segued to school lunches. Oh, yeah, now I remember...three bean salad.
February 1, 2012 My favorite pet when I was younger was our cat, Austin. We'd had dogs when I was a little kid, but only one of them ever took to me. And he was a great dog, but Austin ranks at the top. In fact, Austin acted like a dog--he'd come when you'd whistle. And he happens to be an integral part of one of my favorite stories.
