Allow me to put any rumors to rest. I’m not planning to leave, but let’s face it. I’m 68 years old tomorrow. How much longer can I go? Nobody lives forever!
Granted, I’ve had some scheduling challenges of late. Everything from illnesses, to loved ones passing away, and conflicts with my responsibilities to family and my radio day job.
Not to mention my lifelong love affair with ballroom dancing.
Ok, that’s not true.
What is true is that I hope to play a lot longer! 90% of the time I’m here, providing the beat and ugly faces with my Cat buddies, Todd and Steve.
As long as I’m healthy and stay out of trouble, I shall carry on. (Like the time I was fired for stealing office supplies. That’s on me. I won’t let it happen again.)
We hope to clear up any uncertainties tonight at DA GROVE! 7:30. See you there. Pants required. Be kind to strangers.