You Are Here, But How Did It Happen?
Mine are all tossed in together; there is no one path that brought me to this desk in my apartment, to wearing this sweatshirt (Stratford, Connecticut) or doing a radio program in about an hour from now. They are all mixed in together, along with some other factors that I am still trying to figure out. How complicated our pasts are!
I am driving down Union Street at One in the morning … because I just came back from the newspaper with the morning edition … which I need to produce for the radio reading service I developed 35 years ago … because I wanted to combine my years in radio and my work with the blind … which also got me 9 college credits … and so on.
Someone in Rhode Island listens to that radio show on the Internet … she’s friends with me because we met on a cruise and hit it off … which happened because my mother got me interested in cruising on trips to Alaska, but I didn’t want to back there, instead taking New England / Canada trips where this person was booked.
Oh, I started the Radio Home Visitor because I missed out on a job at a local radio station, so I thought up this service to the visually handicapped.