I first caught the radio “bug” when I was probably 11 or 12 years old. I loved pop music—like most kids that age—and I thought the DJs on the radio must have the best jobs in the world. I was also fascinated that when I listened to AM radio at night. I could pull in stations based in New York City, Denver, Cincinnati, and others. That was pretty engrossing for a kid like me, who rarely got to travel more than a couple hundred miles from home while growing up.
I got my first radio job in 1983 at a station near where I went to community college, WSDR in Sterling, Illinois. As the WKRP in Cincinnati theme song goes, I’ve moved town to town up and down the dial a few times. Now I’m blessed to work at one of the best stations in the United States, Magic 98!
Some things I love: biking, playing tennis, cats, craft beer, driving a stick shift, weekend getaways with my husband, and keeping you up-to-date on weather and traffic conditions while playing some pretty nifty songs every weekday aftermoon from 3 until 7!
I’ve been ranting about Mother Nature in my my last couple of blog posts, regarding damage done by trees toppled over during recent storms, but this time I want to say, “Kudos to you, Mother Nature.” Beginning
The tree that fell on my late Mom’s house earlier this month, which I previously blogged about, seems to have started a domino effect. The big downpours from last Friday caused part of a tree to fall
I think Mother Nature turned a water faucet on, left the room, and forgot that the water was still running. We’ve had enough rain and storms! The early morning storms this past Monday were especially a doozy.
Did you know the state of Iowa has its own “Great Lakes” region? I first heard of the Lake Okoboji area back in the ‘80s, when my sister Jean moved to northwest Iowa, but I had never
I definitely have a newfound appreciation for house painters! My husband and I started painting the exterior of my late mother’s house last weekend. Soon after I watched him struggle placing the 24-foot extension ladder against the
Garlic mustard, pictured at the right, is the bane of my springtime existence. It sounds like it should be tasty, but it’s one nasty weed that can get out of control very quickly if you aren’t diligent
I may finally have beaten my addiction to driving cars with manual transmissions. Stick shifts have always been a preference of mine dating back to my very first car in 1982. I’ve always enjoyed driving small cars,
This is my oldest cat, Parke. She stole my heart the minute I first saw her. My husband brought her and her orange tabby brother home on January 2, 1998, after he found them, apparently abandoned, in
I had a wonderful time volunteering during a recent adoption fair put on by Dane County Friends of Ferals. Almost too wonderful, because I wanted to take a couple of cats home with me, but my husband
It’s been too long since I visited New Orleans . . . about two years. My husband (pictured) and I visited in March of 2015, and we spent only 3 1/2 days there. We vowed that we