Friday, July 11, 2008

Measure Twice…Drive Once !

Before you pack the family into the flivver for a flying fete of fun….figure the fare for fuel with this user-friendly site:

http://drivepricing.com/

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Some Brits Say “Google-Me-Not”

If you have ever wondered how the “street view” portion of Google maps is created, here is an article that explains it, and tells how some people in England don’t like it.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1031861/Big-Brother-The-Google-cars-photograph-EVERY-door-Britain.html

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Tuesday, July 8, 2008

I Almost Killed A Man This Morning

It would not have been my fault.  He came out of nowhere, right into the path of my big F-150 pickup.

I have learned to be on the lookout for wildlife and cats and dogs that dart into the path of my truck.  After all, I drive to work at 4:00AM… just when the prowling gets good for some critters like the occasional fox, coyote, coon, or possum.  I’ve even had to stop for geese wandering in the middle of Neyland Drive.  I thought geese slept at night.   Maybe they were third shift geese, I dunno.

This morning I was headed in to start my  week.  I wasn’t running late, so I wasn’t “high balling” it into town.  That probably saved this guy’s life.   He came out of nowhere..darting out Lipencott Avenue beside Ruby Tuesday’s.  He was on a small bicycle, a 20 or 21 inch bike.  The guy was moving fast, and I would bet he had just roared off the hill just east of the restaurant.   He didn’t just turn onto Chapman Highway, he turned right into the middle of the road, between traffic lanes. 

Buster Norton does a good job on brakes.  Ford did me a big favor by slapping four-wheel disc brakes on my truck.  I swerved away from the bike, and threw out the anchor.  As an afterthought I honked the horn.  And I could tell that the bike rider had only spotted me when I was less than ten yards away, trying to avoid him.  He never missed a stroke, and kept on pedaling.  I drove by him in the left lane, and got a good look at his face.  I couldn’t  say whether he was trying to pass off his close encounter with a stone-faced look, or whether he thought the next thing he was going to see was some angry redneck stop the truck in order to deliver a more personal lesson in bicycle safety.

Having lived in Atlanta for a number of years, I  learned that the best thing to do after a near accident is move on.  No foul-play on, as the soccer ref would say.  The other guy might have been in the wrong, but he also might be out of his mind on drugs, or armed with a knife or gun. 

This morning, I came periously close to being one of those people who, by no fault of their own, had to stand on the curb and watch a fatal accident investigation, and maybe the fire department get some guy’s remains from beneath my truck.  I have seen it happen to others.  I do not ever want to have to go through it myself.

No matter how careful you are, it can still happen in an instant.  A life ends.  Your life is never the same.

Close.

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Monday, July 7, 2008

Is It Just You??

If you’re like me, there are times when I try to get on a website and can’t.  Then I start wondering….is it just me?
A 24 year old computer whiz in California has developed a website where you can check to see if it REALLY IS YOU !

http://downforeveryoneorjustme.com

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Sunday, July 6, 2008

Surf’s Up…

Looking for a nice car?   No…I mean a REALLY nice car !   An automobile lover can spend a lot of time window shopping on this site:

http://www.romansinternational.com/page/home.html

Want to see who can afford a whole fleet of those whips?   Read no farther than this New York Times Magazine piece on Rush Limbaugh:

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/06/magazine/06Limbaugh-t.html

In Germany…they spent hours making a wax dummy of the homicidal despot that brought their nation to defeat and collapse.  They put it on display..and…

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/europe/article4280326.ece

If you are looking for satire with a Knoxville and Knox County seasoning, this is your bowl of dumplins:

http://knoxpatch.com/

I laughed out loud at the “Sedgeway Shout”, and “Ragsdale Surgery” pieces. 

Next, a story about a TV anchor who simply walked away from his job:

http://www.ajc.com/news/content/metro/stories/2008/07/05/savage_0706.html

I sent some of my broadcast friends my “marked up” version of this story.  You might have to go back and read it again to see what I mean, but it appears this man started out with a hugely inflated opinion of his importance in news, matched with a self-centered irresponsibility to the very craft he says was getting clobbered.   I applaud his turn to God for guidance and direction. 

As one who is saved alone by Grace, I have to be reminded quite often of my lack of importance in the scheme of things.  As a news broadcaster, my job is to bring you the story with as little “me” in it as possible.  That does not mean a lack of style or presentation technique.  It just means that I must realize that I am not the story. 

You are only as powerful as the watts used to pump out the signal.  And that’s watts important.


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..Er…As I Was Saying….

First,  I want to say just how humbling it is to me to hear from the many folks who called, wrote cards, and dropped e-mails to me since I got pneumonia a couple of weeks ago. 

I was feeling like dirt during Julie’s wedding, and thought I was just fighting a cold.  Cold indeed.

That weekend now seems like a blur…more like something I read about in a book.  I realize now how bad it really was.

Changes must be made.  For the most part they’re acknowledgements to father time and diabetes.

You know those news stories that warn people with “chronic illnesses such as diabetes” and how they are more succeptible to complications from just simple things?   I used to read those stories…even write ‘em.  Now I believe ‘em.

My job as morning anchor for Hallerin Hilton Hill comes first.  By the way,  Hallerin probably will not talk about it on-the-air, but he did come to visit me at the house.   He spent  time with me here in the office.  I showed him some old family photos, and we talked about how much our fathers and grandfathers meant to us.  Hallerin is a good man…even if he is eaten up with that ‘pie in the sky’ optimism that he talks about in that “Brand New Day” speil !

I will have to stop doing afternoon traffic with Phil Williams.  I will really miss working with Phil, one of the quickest wits on-the-air at any station in America.  And he has a heart for people, too.  Although I enjoy doing the job, it makes for a long day and no down time during the week, only a succession of days that would always start at three-thirty in the morning and run until six at night, often with no longer than an hour in between “tours”.

I believe the Saturday show:  ”House That Dave Built”  is going to take on an increasing importance in the coming months.  Our economy is such that people will have to learn how to do more with what they have, learn new skills around the house, and find out ways they can get services and improvements that mean the most for their lives.  

We are about to see a tremendous surge in home-centered work that we perhaps have forgotten over the past decades- things our parents and grandparents knew about how to make things work, keep things running, and how to save money.  My vision for the Saturday show is to make it a place where that community can come for that reliable information.

The effort on that show, plus my regular news duties seems to be about all I can fit in my sombrero right now.

One other thing…..The doctors have made it clear to me that I need to have the gastric surgery, and soon.  It would resolve my diabetes and its complications.  I had bankrolled some sick days to use during recovery.   They are gone.  But some vacation remains.  ( this advice:  buy both short-and long-term disability insurance if you can afford it… as they say … “you never know”) 

To the person, the Citadel Knoxville management team has been one-hundred percent supportive of me, and concerned about my health. 

I have another class, then a consultation, and then,  likely a date for the ‘grand opening’ will be set.  Please understand, if I could do this any other way, I would.   I don’t want to wake up with a tube out my gut, and another out a very private orifice, and get marched up and down the hallway in a three-sided hospital gown.   But wearing a black suit and no shoes in a horizontal position seems like a pretty grim “door number two” pick.

Only one person has been more miserable these past several days:  my wife, Dena.  After being cranked up on steriods then ordered to rest, I was not a good, nor long-suffering patient.  But she was (is) a good and long-suffering wife. 

I don’t think I could be more fortunate. 


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