Every now and then, I am faced with something that has never happened before. Just such an experience presented itself Friday.
I was interviewed by Eskimo Bob.
Actually, that little sentence encompasses a number of things that have never happened to me before.
* I’ve never spoken to anyone while they were in Alaska.
* I’ve never, to my knowledge, spoken to anyone with even an ounce of Eskimo blood in them.
* I’ve never been interviewed for a radio show.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I was interviewed for a radio show -- I just didn't speak. The interview was based on the fact that I was the bari sax player in a pretty hot jazz band. Unfortunately, I was 18 at the time and entirely tongue-tied.
Apparently nodding to questions is a no-no on radio. I’m sure the listening audience wondered why the DJ kept asking the mute girl questions.
It was cruel, really.
I’ve learned some things, however, since then, as I am wont to do, and gave ol’ Bob what I’m sure amounts, in hindsight, to an earful.
It airs at 7:00 p.m. Sunday night, Minneapolis time. That’s seven hours post Greenwich Mean Time, if that helps you. I do hope you check it out, if only to support Bob and see how badly I stick my foot in it.
Me? Stick my foot in my mouth?
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