Magic Blogs

Mr. Carter Man

There are few events in your life where you remember EVERYTHING.  One of those rare times for me was when my nephew Carter was born.  It was five years ago on Monday, St. Patrick's Day.  I remember

Seasons in the Sun

In 1961, the Belgian composer Jacques Brel wrote “Le Moribond,” a dark song about a man about to be executed, and sang it in an unsentimental, almost jazzy style. Sample lyric, translated to English: Goodbye, Tony, I

The Day I Worked

I’m writing this before 4:00 in the morning, and since it will appear on the website of my employer I suppose it’s “work,” but I’m lucky to love radio broadcasting so I rarely feel like I work.