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I ponder my youth and wonder…
\nWhat the hell was I thinking?<\/p>\n

If you’re somewhere around middle age, there’s sure to be more than one thing you did back in your tender years you’d rather not remember anymore.<\/p>\n

I got boxes of that stuff.<\/p>\n

I’d share some of them but I have successfully suppressed that stuff over the years.<\/p>\n

Memory is a wonderful thing.
\nTwist it enough and you’ll change the bad memories to good.<\/p>\n

Delusion is great.
\nAll I have\u00a0left is the good stuff.<\/p>\n

There is this one thing…<\/p>\n

This was back\u00a0when I was in radio – as a disk jockey before I moved to news.<\/p>\n

KGU\u00a0was still on the roof of the old Advertiser Building\u00a0and the station was #1 after Aku got off the sir.<\/p>\n

The Advertiser had some sort of artsy museum department that put on shows off the main lobby.<\/p>\n

One day I came in and noticed a bunch of really strange stuff on display.<\/p>\n

An idea was born.<\/p>\n

\"loose-tape\"<\/a>The newsman and I gathered up about 500 feet of used recording tape, some pieces of styrofoam from a garbage can and a couple dozen used chop sticks from the lunch room in the building.<\/p>\n

We snuck into the display area and found an unoccupied corner where we piled the tape and styrofoam about 4 feet high.<\/p>\n

Then stuck the chop sticks in random places.<\/p>\n

It fit right in because it was as ugly sin and so was all the rest of the stuff there.<\/p>\n

We added a hand-lettered sign said, “Media Chaos”.<\/p>\n

We had a lot to giggle about on the radio that day.
\nLife was good.<\/p>\n

The next day we went down stairs to check things out, and I’ll be damned.<\/p>\n

\"2nd<\/a>Our piece of junk had a ribbon on it: “Second Place”.<\/p>\n

I may have missed my calling in life.<\/p>\n

The reporter covering the show also listened to the show and she spilled the beans.<\/p>\n

They took our ribbon back.<\/p>\n

That’s when I started getting grumpy.<\/p>\n

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