Before we get started, once again, I have a fresh new episode of the podcast that’s (not) sweeping the nation, for ya. This is the last installment that will be available to everyone, and I’m reasonably OK with how it turned out. Oh, I have a black belt in beating the shit out of myself. But it went fairly well, I think. Check out episode 3 of The Jeff Kay Show, right here.
Starting with number 4 the “show” will be accessible to anyone who pledges $4 or more at Patreon. It’s an interesting and fun way for me to say thank you to the folks who choose to be a patron. I’m enjoying it, and hopefully you guys are, as well. I’m viewing it as a challenge. I want to get to the point where I’m halfway decent at it. Not sure if that’s attainable, but it’s my dream, boys and girls. Please stay tuned.
And by the way, the next one is already recorded. The guy who does production work for me is going out of town next week, so I had to do two this week. Number 4 is far and away the most ridiculous and freewheeling episode yet. I recorded it immediately after I finished the new one above, and it was difficult to talk that much. My mouth was getting dry and it was… something else. Now I know why talk shows take callers or interview people. It gives the hosts a break! Talking for one hour straight is tougher than it seems.
Anyway, if you want to continue on this dubious journey with me, or would simply like to support my efforts, please pledge at least $4 per month at Patreon. Thank you, guys! Sincerely.
Last night at work everybody’s phones started shrieking with some kind of ungodly howl o’ the demon. TORNADO WARNING, mine informed me, and immediately we were told to get everyone into “the shelters.” They’re not really shelters, they’re just pre-determined interior rooms with no windows, etc. Needless to say, I was grumbling under my breath about this nonsense, this gross overreaction. We have work to do, goddammit!
But we all piled in together, and immediately the temperature started rising. It’s amazing how humans can heat up a space, lickety-split. Sweet Maria. And after about 20 minutes they announced the ALL CLEAR and everybody dispersed. However… ten minutes later it happened again. So we had to corral the entire population into the shelters and hunker down again. This time for about 45 minutes.
The whole time we were locked down I was texting Toney about how stupid it all was. She was confused because it was a beautiful summer night up where we lived. I was being exceedingly cynical about the entire exercise. But I had no way of knowing that Wilkes-Barre was now…. gone, or something. Check this shit out, from The Washington Post. And be sure to scroll through the photos at the bottom of this article.
Buildings are collapsed, cars are upside down. It’s wild. As I was driving home on the Devil’s Parkway I had to repeatedly pull to the side to let screaming emergency vehicles pass. And I could see from the interstate that there were roughly 10,000 (my unofficial estimate) police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances down around the mall. Craziness!
Yeah, all I know is… Cracker Barrel better be OK.
Have you ever been on lock-down at work, or anywhere else for that matter? When Toney and I were at WEA Atlanta there were bomb threats during the big Ice-T “Cop Killer” controversy, and we were repeatedly standing in the parking lot while they checked things out. One time, I remember, it was freezing cold out there and I shouted, “Ah, come on! The only bomb in that building is the new Madonna album.” That got a decent laugh.
And a few of my co-workers and I hunkered down during a robbery once at a grocery store in West Virginia. Masked bastards came in carrying shotguns and I nearly shat myself that night, my friends. Scary!
Do you have anything on lock-downs? For weather or anything else? Please use the comments section and I’ll be back on Monday.
Have yourselves a fine, fine weekend!