I realized this morning I am getting older. And it sucks. Went out last night on Beale Street in Memphis. Had a beer, then another and another… Nothing out of the ordinary, used to do it all the time. Guinness on Beale Street is and will always be one of my all-time favorite things...
Getting out of the shower this morning, I noticed some writing on the fogged-up mirror. It’s kind of hard to see in the picture but it is there. It said:
“No Beer-No TV Marc”
Woah. Freaked me out a little. I know I should probably lay off the TV, but beer too???
I am convinced I have been on the road too long. At some ungodly hour, the hotel fire alarm went off. Slowly, I woke to the clanging racket. However, I never considered for a second that I should get out of bed, nevermind try to escape the burning building. Instead, I looked at the clock...
I recently found a bunch of little stories I jotted down from the “good ol’ days” in television. Even eleven years ago I was collecting material for a blog and eventual book. The Beginning My first job in television was as a utility for the Celtics season. My duty was to coil a cable...
I confess. I have a problem… For a while, I actually thought I might have had a stroke. What is teh problem? Exactly that. I can’t type teh word “THE”, unless I am trying to write about it. Spelled that damn word wrong twice already, and it wasn’t intentional...