The tree that wont bend breaks, listen to your interns sometimes they might know more than You do.

Some Sunday mornings, I get to feeling like I'm a Church authority preaching to the multitude. 
I got to reading a few comments from a radio broadcasters Facebook page and rapidly recalled an situation about this time last year, in Evanston Wyoming.
After many months even a year I finally gained a lady radio anchor. She came in and completely re-arranged what we played on our music rotation. I was about to give her the boot, when I looked at our ratings numbers. Although we are and was then always at number 1 or so, we began gaining traction in our action. Here was someone that got the popular vibe and went with it. While we lost a few national advertisers, we gained some local and regional ones. I should have hung on to Cody-Lee, but forces beyond my control pulled that plug. Here was a gal that was ALL business and didn't phase over the fact she'd walk in to do her gig, while I might be on the throne, with the door open. It did not bother her. Okay, I was the tree that would not bend, and my tree broke. She knew a bit more of what was hip today than I did. My mom used to say, Better tap into the youth while they know everything. It's like years ago when they brought out kid proof caps for medicine. Want to get the damn thing open? Give the dang thing to a kid. 
Technology is the same, youth today have forgotten more about modern technology than I'll ever know. At the same time, I've taught many youth that you can do radio without the blooming computer, and streaming, over the air, with an analog console, cart machine and turntable. Sure most of your play list may be on your computer, but you can blend that with you vynal records as well. 
Woke up this morning with a splitting headache, as well as a tiny tree frog sleeping on my chest. Little critter must have slipped in yesterday afternoon, looking for a warmer place to sack out. 
I also had a great visit with a promising young lady that I'm really looking forward to working with. She wore these things called Mermaid Leggings, but I could not discern if there were nylons under them or on her feet. Never the less, she dug the idea of the SugarBelle thing. Considering we are after all everything Confederate southern here, the Belle part and so many guys and gals, will often refer to each other with a flip name like calling each other sugar, or babe. In the south, there is no thought of anything in the direction of mating or dating if some guy says, mam or dear, in our view its a show of respect, of someone we honor and that be that. 
SugarBelle says, she'll be back and I'm confident she will, just hope this time she'll come back in nylons and prepped to have her toes in those hose worshiped. 
On the front of it the sound of the trumpet is loud and we're off and sort of running. All I know is, if CenturyLink don't hurry up and get everything installed soon, I might have to take our business elsewhere. Or wait until we get in the new place in Buhl.
Yes the $1500.00 we owe Cable-One is steep, but this wait time and loss of revenue because we can't stream waiting for CenturyLink, might be cutting off our nose to spite our face. 
TTYLY