Tomorrow is twenty-six. I have passed the quarter century mark without too much of a hitch. Perhaps a stumble and some bruises, but I’m still here. Amazingly, I’m still here. I’ve done a lot within my life time, seen a decent portion of the world, and learned more than, I think, the average human. Of course, I could mean below average, but I’m really not keeping track of you. This is all about me here, remember? Moving on… It’s my birthday tomorrow, and I don’t have much for expectations. That comes Sunday when Benjamin and I celebrate together with my family. Tacos, margaritas, and the crew. I couldn’t ask for much more than that.
On a sad sort of note, Jim and I ventured into UI surplus today in search of a few things for the station. Came across a box filled with audio carts that I packed prior to moving KRUI out of the old house. Various carts with liners, I.D.’s, promos, and what not. Years and years of history, waiting for some one to buy them all for about five bucks. The history sitting there, discarded like that, made my heart sink slightly. To the many other who came before me and made those carts, they probably would have cried.