What do I know?

Saturday I was bored and nothing worth watching was to be found on the tube. PBS is having their pledge drive, so that means that there's actually stuff that I'd want to watch on. The next show up was called "Andy Andrews: Seven Decisions" and I think to myself "Is that the same Andy Andrews who used to be on Nashville Now all the time?" I watched a while and it was him. Apparently, in the years since Nashville Now left us, Andy has apparently became a big time motivational speaker. It was a pretty good speech. It's hard for me to believe the guy who used to tell jokes between Shotgun Red and the Geezinslaw Brothers is now "the modern day Will Rogers" as one reviewer put it. Hence my title "What do I know?"

Other things that prove I no nothing are the internet and TV on DVD. When I was in college 10+ years ago, I fiddled a bit with HTML and web browsers, but not seriously. I thought the web was just a fad, like CB radio or something. Oops. And selling the TV shows you just showed on DVD? Aren't you hurting your syndication rights? Who would buy a whole season of a TV show that's still on? Apparently a lot of people. That's why TV folks make the big bucks I guess. I don't make the big bucks, because, hey, what do I know?

Mission Almost Accomplished

A few years ago, I stated that my profession goal was to have my salary listed in Fanny Seiler column. Fanny retired a few years ago, and I'll no longer be working in state government soon See Here. However as part of the transition, I received compensation for my accrued sick leave. The amount of this payout was listed in a column by Fanny's replacement, Phil Kabler. I can't seem to find it online (luckily, I didn't want to brag about the money, just about making the paper) So, although it's not exact, I'll consider this goal accomplished.

A salute to Iggy

During the rain delay at the the Food City 250 at Bristol this fall, we were listening to the NASCAR radio traffic on our scanner. One of the dryer trucks was driven by a guy named Iggy. Every once in a while you'd hear the tower call out "Iggy, go down to turn one" or "Iggy, hit the back stretch one more time". It made the rain delay a little less boring. Here's a possible picture of Iggy at work:


So here is a much belated salute to Iggy and all the folks who work hard to put on NASCAR races for fans like me. Thanks!