Archive for July, 2011

One Eventful Month

July 20, 2011

Tuesday July 19th, 2011 – Milwaukee, WI/Cary, IL

What a difference a month has made. I’m a completely different person who has made a radical lifestyle change from that idiot with the mysteriously inflated testicle who checked into the hospital on June 19th. I hope to have no further issues with my genitalia no matter how funny the term ‘mysteriously inflated testicle’ might sound. I am a whole new man.

I really could have had a major catastrophe on my hands. Instead, it turned out to be just a blip on the radar. Getting diabetes alone was unpleasant enough news, but it was driven home for good with having to have surgery on my plumbing to remove gangrenous tissue.

Just one short month ago I had no idea any of this was about to happen, but here I am in a completely new set of circumstances with a completely new set of challenges. I like my chances of success, but it’s a shame it took that harsh of a wake up call to get me going.

My friend David Lee Hendrickson sent me a fantastic quote from a guy named William Osler who was one of the founding doctors of Johns Hopkins University. He said the key to longevity was to get a serious illness because a person will take good care of him or her self from then on. In David Lee’s case it was recurring kidney stones. Mine was diabetes.

I’ve known David Lee forever. He was the second live comedian I ever saw on my very first night doing comedy at Sardino’s on Farwell in Milwaukee in November of 1983. He was introduced by my future mentor C. Cardell Willis, the first real comedian I ever met.

David Lee is a very successful architect in the Milwaukee area and a wonderful person, and I hadn’t seen him for years until just recently. I’m glad we reconnected, as he’s really into all things healthy and has been very supportive in this last month. He’s been eating a super healthy diet for years and exercises and does yoga and I can totally learn from him.

This whole gigantic ordeal has been a learning experience. I drove to Milwaukee to be a guest on ‘The D List’ with Drew Olson and Dan Needles on ESPN 540. I had no idea that Dan was a diabetic, but he was diagnosed years ago. He was very helpful in telling me his experiences and what I should expect and it wasn’t that bad at all. I was very encouraged.

He was eating an Arby’s roast beef sandwich when he was telling me all this and I have to say I was a little surprised to see it. He said after a while you get to know by instinct all you can and can’t have, and he said he didn’t have to miss out on all that many treats he’d normally enjoy anyway. He said he watches himself and uses his judgment, but he’s fine.

Right now, I’m not looking to do this for anything else but the long haul. I don’t plan on being a good boy for six months and then start wolfing down Whoppers again. I envision another completely new me in six months, and I want to enter old age with a vengeance.

The good news is, at least there’s a chance I can now make it to old age at all. The path I was on just one month ago was headed in the opposite direction. I’ve changed that now.

Mishandled Money

July 19, 2011

Monday July 18th, 2011 – Cary, IL

One of the most glaringly important skill sets essential to life on this planet I’m not now and never have been able to find a way to master is the handling of money. Quite frankly, I suck rotten goat cheese balls at it. While I’ve never actually sucked any cheese ball, goat or cow, rotten or not, my ability to maneuver my finances has been less than proficient.

I need help, and I’m not too proud to admit it. I’ve made a few bucks over the years, but nothing close to what could be considered ‘big money’ by anyone important. Mostly I just made enough to scrape together a living for myself. Had I had to support a family, several of them may have had to go on some kind of government assistance to get the free cheese.

That was then. This is now. Just as I’m completely revamping my entire physical self as to what I eat and how I exercise, I need to do the exact same thing with the financial areas of my life. That includes finding forms of steady income, taxes and saving for the future.

All three of those categories have been a disaster area. I made a relatively steady income at comedy for over twenty years, but too many times I’d spend it as fast as I got it on stuff I probably shouldn’t have, and now I have nothing to show for it. I’m ashamed of myself.

Taxes have been and continue to be a pain in the assets, and there’s no excuse for how I handle it every year, including this one. I wait until the very last minute of when I have to get it in after filing the extension, and I squeak it through at the very end. Then I swear off that I’ll never let it happen again – but it always does. I’m getting better, but I’m still bad.

Savings is another sore spot. I’ve had a nice chunk put away a few times in my life, but then I’ll roll the dice on some Lucy scheme like baseball cards or old cars or who knows what and before long it’s down to the nub again. Or, some crisis will drop out of the sky like major dental work or now this nasty medical nightmare, and blow me back to bupkis.

I could go back over my life and beat myself to a pulp about all the stupid mistakes I’ve made, but what good will that do? That money is gone, and so is my time. I should have a major wad in the bank with zero bills, but that’s anything but the case. I have to believe at this point my blood sugar readings are higher than my credit score. It’s one big ugly mess.

But, it’s MY mess and nobody else‘s. I got myself into it, and now I have to drag myself out. I know I’m not the only one in America with financial problems, and as disastrous as I might think my situation is – there are a lot of others who have it worse. I’m a piss ant in comparison, but that doesn’t mean I’m not in trouble. I need to do a complete makeover.

Just like with my physical health, I can’t get all those wasted years back. I was as stupid with my money as I was with what I shoved in my mouth. I didn’t think about any of it. If I had just been a little smarter along the way in both of these areas, I’d be much better off. But I wasn’t. And now I’m in a jam. I’ve started turning my physical health around, now I need to do the same with my money situation. It will take major effort, but I need to do it.

Harry Chapin

July 19, 2011

Sunday July 17th, 2011 – Kenosha, WI

I read a blurb somewhere that this weekend marks the 30th anniversary of Harry Chapin losing his life in a car accident. He was only 38. I liked his music well enough, but what I really was and still am a fan of were his humanitarian efforts. That guy was a true giver.

I’ve read all kinds of stories through the years how he would donate a large part of what he made to various charities, mainly world hunger. I don’t know if that particular cause is  any better or worse than another, but it seems like a most noble and worthy one to me.

How many other performers really get out there and make things happen like that? It’s a difficult enough life being an entertainer of any kind, as focus often has to be put in a self achieving mode to get ahead. It becomes a mind set after a while and some people are not good at turning it off. It’s me, me and more me – with a side order of me and a me dessert.

Changing gears from that to giving humanitarian doesn’t happen very often. Some try to give it lip service, but I have to wonder if they’re really sincere. Bono from U2 is the first one that pops into my bean. I never met the guy, but he seems like a completely pompous ass with his greaseball haircut and his goofy looking way overpriced ultra hip sunglasses.

Maybe I’m wrong, and I hope I am, but that fop makes me puke whenever I see him on TV going off on his bleeding heart whining to save the rare mosquitoes of the rain forest or stopping the inhumane treatment of hunchback eunuchs in Singapore. Enough already.

The same with Angelina Jolie and Madonna going over and adopting multi colored kids from countries nobody can pronounce. Do I think those kids deserve to be adopted? Sure, but it seems like they’re trying to outdo each other with some sort of exotic pet. Why does the kid have to be an aborigine from Madagascar? Did they run out of orphans in Detroit?

It’s none of my business what any of those people do. I’ve got my own problems to tend to at the moment. It just seemed to me that Harry Chapin was a real guy who had his heart in the right place and tried to make a real difference. Apparently he was always asking his peers to help out with benefit shows and donate their time, and some of them complained.

I know people have to make a living and all, but at some point giving back is the way to really find out what life is about. At the end of the road when the chips are cashed in, is it going to matter how many gold teeth and Escalades a rapper or a pro athlete had? Nope.

How about getting to the other side and being immediately greeted by hundreds or even thousands of people you’ve never even met graciously thanking you for the big difference your contributions made not only in their individual lives but for their families as well?

Whether or not there’s any thanks or reward, it takes enormous stones to give from the heart like that, and in such generous proportions. I want to have money mainly to be able to do the same thing. Life really is all about giving, and I want to do it like Harry Chapin.

Mountain Don’t

July 17, 2011

Saturday July 16th, 2011 – Cary, IL/Fox Lake, IL

I’m starting to become my own full time job. Between educating myself about diabetes through books and websites, taking time to really watch my diet and forcing my fat fanny outside to exercise every day, I’ve got all I can handle. It’s going well, but it’s a big effort.

Who the hell would need to read a food label? That’s what I thought forever. If it tasted good and I felt like eating it, that’s what I did. Fat? Sugar? Sodium? Carbohydrates? Who cared? Not me, and neither does most of the rest of America. I for one am changing that.

I’m learning that I can have about 35 grams of carbohydrates total per each meal. That’s not very much, and I really have to be careful when I eat anything. I’ve been checking out labels of every single morsel I put in my pie hole, and it’s a big time learning experience.

I checked out a 20 ounce bottle of Throwback Mountain Dew, something I used to scarf down frequently. That’s the one that’s made with pure cane sugar instead of high fructose corn syrup that’s used today – which is supposed to be hellish on our innards. I was blown away that the carbohydrate count for one bottle was 73. Wow! I never knew that before.

I’d more than doubled my recommended limit for an entire meal with just the beverage. That didn’t include any kind of chips I might buy to go with it, and I often did. I loved all of them from Doritos, Cheetos, Fritos and just about anything else that ended in an ‘o’.

That didn’t even include my self suicide ‘main course’ – sometimes one but more often two or once in a while even three sodium soaked hot dogs loaded with sugary condiments all on a white bread bun, which didn’t help the situation along. That was a typical ‘meal’ on long road trips because it was cheap, filling and unfortunately absolutely scrumptious.

I can honestly say I would NEVER consume any of that now, and after only a few short weeks of my new health direction it repulses me to even think about putting any of those things in my body. I still have a long way to go, but I’ve sure come light years in a hurry.

It’s amazing how one can dive into a subject that was previously untouched and learn so much in a very short time. Less than a month ago, I had less than a hint of a clue what my blood sugar level was or what my target numbers should be. Now, I check it twice a day.

This morning it was 111, which is a whole lot better than the 250s I averaged during my stint in the hospital. When I got there, it was in the 500s. I really have come a long way in a very short time, but I know I’m just getting started. This has got to be a life long project, and I’m totally fine with that. If I do this correctly, my 50s can be my healthiest decade.

I used to watch Jack LaLanne on TV (probably while eating a bratwurst) and he’d often say “It’s never too late to start.” Well, I’ve started. And what’s frightening is – I really like it. I feel myself improving daily. I met with my home nurse for a final visit to be released from care today, and she said I was the most motivated patient she’s ever seen. And I am.

Harry Potter Patter

July 16, 2011

Friday July 15th, 2011 – Cary, IL

Everyone and their uncle is buzzing about the new Harry Potter movie, and even though the movie itself could not interest me any less – I absolutely LOVE the way the brand was built over the last decade. I believe this is the eighth movie of the series, and according to my friend Jerry Agar’s son Cooper the brand is still strong. He’s seen every one of them.

I saw the first one when it came out, but don’t remember a thing about it. I was living in Salt Lake City then and was in the Big Brother program. The twelve year old I was paired with begged me to take him, so I did. I remember thinking it was entertaining, and wasn’t a waste of time or money. The kid loved it, and talked about it for weeks. He was thrilled.

I haven’t seen any of the others, and had no desire to. Still don’t. I wouldn’t have a clue how to distinguish a Hogwart from a hog’s ass from a vaginal wart. Those kind of movies just aren’t my thing. Never were. I barely made it through the first Star Wars as a kid and Star Trek interested me even less. I’m a geek, but not that kind. My geekdom is in sports.

What I love about Harry Potter, Star Wars, Star Trek, Lord Of The Rings, Shrek and all the rest is the marketing angle. I know how difficult it is to build a brand in entertainment as I’ve been feverishly trying my best without success to do it for a quarter century now.

For whatever reason, I haven’t been able to resonate and connect with a significant base group of fans who will support what I do and follow my development. All the brands that I mentioned did exactly that. They’ve captured a fan base and kept them for many years.

I have nothing but respect and admiration for anyone who’s been able to hit on anything that sticks in the public’s eye for years. It’s anything but easy, but I’m sure the payoff is a feeling of pure ecstasy – at least for a while. Harry Potter’s franchise is still going strong a decade after it started, and I’m sure it will be passed down to future generations as well.

Kudos to J.K. Rowling. What a great story she has. It’s a fairy tale that came true and it still is. Most people have heard the stories of how she was broke and wrote the books in a diner when she didn’t have enough money to order breakfast, and no matter how much of that is true it doesn’t matter. She had the ideas and the public bought them. They still are.

I’m a big fan of anything that strikes a major marketing cord, entertainment or not. The George Foreman Grill is a great example. I have no idea if George Foreman actually had a thing to do with inventing or perfecting it, but that product was a gigantic hit and still is.

I so want to create a product line of my own that has a big time following. I don’t know if anyone can have another hit as big as Harry Potter, but I don’t need one that big. I want to come up with something that has a loyal fan base, and I want to please those people.

Maybe the King of Uranus is that character. Can I squeeze seven books and eight films out of it? I’d be happy to squeeze enough money out of it to pay my rent and buy a pizza.

Scatterbrain Syndrome

July 15, 2011

Thursday July 14th, 2011 – Fox Lake, IL/Cary, IL

I’m still running around between houses and getting more scattered than ever. It made it worse with the power going out, but that was beyond anyone’s control. I’d been hoping to be home by now, starting to dig out of the massive wreckage that has been dumped on me by the universe. It is what it is, but I need to start digging out and rebuilding a new life.

Having Jerry Agar’s house at my disposal for the last couple of weeks has been a major blessing. It’s been quiet and low pressure, and although there’s nothing wrong with where I’m staying, this is exactly what I needed. I’ve known his kids since birth and we’ve had a lot of time to hang out and have fun together. These are the ‘relatives’ I always wanted.

Plus, the nature preserve area just a few blocks away has been the ideal place to take my daily walks. The terrain is gorgeous and it’s got enough hills to make it a real challenge to make it worth my time. I’ve worked my way up to two full laps, which is way more than I did when I started. At first, I had all I could stand with half a lap. I feel the improvement.

Still, it’s time to go home. I had work to do before, now I’m swamped. I still need to get my taxes finished for 2010. I filed an extension like I usually do, and I’m sure I’ll squeeze it in at the last minute like I usually do, but I need to knock it off and get it done on time.

In a weird way, maybe this will get my head out of my ass. I’ve got all kinds of problem situations I need to deal with, none of them pleasant. I met with the social worker today in hopes of getting financial help for my hospital bill. I applied for hardship status, but I’m a newbie when it comes to all that. I’m at the mercy of the situation and it’s uncomfortable.

I wish I had health insurance, and now I have no idea how or if I’ll ever get it after all of this mess. The last thing I want to be doing is comparison shopping insurance benefits for a policy I have no idea how I’m going to afford. My money situation has taken a complete 180 and headed toward zero at an alarming rate. Not only that, I have zero shows booked.

I don’t remember exactly the last time I had absolutely zero shows booked, but it’s been literally decades. I always managed to keep myself booked, even when I was doing all my morning radio gigs in towns like Lansing, Reno and Salt Lake City. I found comedy in all those towns, and never stopped working at it. This is THE longest break I’ve ever taken.

That’s another issue I’m dealing with. The road just doesn’t appeal to me anymore, and that scares me. It used to be all I wanted to do, now it’s the last thing I want to do. I enjoy the performing part, but the idea of going to a flea bag motel near a Denny’s repulses me.

So, here I sit with all my life’s experiences staring me in the face like one of those goof mirrors in the fun house at the carnival. The image I see is grotesque and exaggerated and I don’t know what’s real anymore. What the hell am I going to do with the rest of my life and more importantly, how am I going to drum up some income? The clue jet has left the airport, and I wasn‘t on it. Time to take a breath, assess the full situation and move ahead.

A Visit From Beyond?

July 15, 2011

Wednesday July 13th, 2011 – Cary, IL

I had another one of my infamous ultra vivid dreams last night, and it’s been in my head the entire day. I’m a very sound sleeper and always have been, but it’s been even more so with all the medication I’ve been on in the last few weeks. For whatever reason, I can feel my dreams getting even more detailed than usual and I’m remembering them every night.

The one last night involved Rick Uchwat, the recently passed owner of Zanies Comedy Clubs in the Chicago area and Nashville, TN. Rick was a huge mentor in my life, and was one of my favorite people, but I can honestly say I never had a dream about him before. It seemed odd to see him, and he had a look on his face like I interrupted his afternoon nap.

He looked young and healthy in my dream, and he was in a group of people but walked over to where I stood and leaned in to speak quietly in my ear. He came super close, but I didn’t feel him touch me. I distinctly remember him asking “Hey kid, what’s with all this trouble going on? Are ya feeling ok?” It was exactly how I remember Rick’s demeanor.

In my dream I told Rick about all that’s been going on with my diabetes and my stint in the hospital and how painful my surgery experience was, and when I did that all the other people turned around to listen along with Rick. I’ve never had a dream anywhere close to that, and it felt totally real as it was happening. It feels totally real now as I remember it.

Rick gave me a look when I was done like “You got me here for THAT?” Then I heard him say “What the hell are you worried about? You’ve been through WAY worse trouble than this. There’s nothing to worry about, you’ll get through this.” Then he walked away.

Maybe this is all a result of the meds I’ve been taking or my brain is turning into yogurt in my old age, but that sure felt like the Rick Uchwat I knew for many years, even though it wasn’t like we’d speak on a weekly or even monthly basis. I’d see him in person maybe only a couple or three times a year on average, but that was about normal for most of us.

Most of the people in the Zanies family didn’t see Rick more than that, but we all loved and respected him immensely. That’s why it felt so odd to see him in my dream. It wasn’t like I saw him every day in life, and even though I was saddened by his passing, I’ve been busy with my own problems lately and hadn’t had much time to think about him at all.

I’m not going to jump to conclusions and say I had an experience from the dead, but my research on the topic from hosting The Mothership Connection radio show suggests that a departed spirit can and does contact the living at times, and it usually happens in a dream.

I don’t have any answers as to what this was or why it happened. Maybe it was my own mind telling me to suck it up and keep going, but what Rick said was 100% right. I really HAVE been through a lot worse than this in my life. If I made it through all the obstacles of my childhood, survived multiple car accidents, stayed out of prison and managed to get this far, I don’t think having to stick a few needles in my arm and eat salads will kill me.

Health Nuts

July 14, 2011

Tuesday July 12th, 2011 – Cary, IL

Time to get healthy for the long haul, or however long my haul might be. I’m starting to realize just how much I’ve ignored my health for decades, and I’m embarrassed. I used to play multiple sports and exercise and go out of my way to try to eat right, and many made fun of me for it. My father was one. He never understood why I would worry about that.

Our relationship was always strained, but it got really bad just as I turned 18. I could see very clearly by then I didn’t want to be like him, and what little communication there may have been prior to that ended up shutting off altogether when my grandfather passed away in December of 1981, the year I graduated high school. We were never on the same page.

I remember the whole family being at a restaurant after Gramps’ funeral, and whatever I ordered had come with French fries that I didn’t expect. My father noticed I wasn’t eating them and asked me why not. I told him they weren’t healthy and of course he couldn’t let that go without belittling me in front of everyone and ended up taking them for himself.

What happened to that kid who knew exactly what to eat and looked forward to regular exercise? 18 became 28, and I was already a veteran of the road by that time. Gradually, I got sucked in to the evil vortex of greasy food and out of the habit of regular exercise, all at the same time. It was gradual, but steady. Before I knew it, I was an out of shape slug.

I know I’m not the only one who has done this, and thankfully I never got into drinking or drugs. I’ve seen how that really rips lives apart, but what I did was bad enough. It’s too easy to skip a workout here or have a greasy meal there and it ends up taking a huge toll.

Youth can cover it up for a while, but way too soon 28 becomes 48 and diabetes decides to show up and crash the party. Twenty solid years of extra cheese, special sauce and high fructose corn syrup have done a nasty number on my innards and it’s time to knock it off.

I’m sure there’s a lot of damage that’s already done, but some of it can be turned around and made right. It’s like years of driving a car without changing fluids. That’s asking for a lot of trouble, and an oil change alone might not be enough to get things back to normal.

A big key is that I want to do it. It’s in my head, but it always was. I let my health lapse, and I knew it wasn’t smart but I did it anyway. I didn’t think about it after a while and just ate whatever I wanted with no thoughts of consequence. Now I’m getting the bill for it.

That’s ok, I deserve it. Nobody forced me to eat those French fries, even my father. He was never healthy physically, mentally or spiritually and a lot of that was his choice. I’ve got a chance to turn things around, and I’m going to do it. Day by day, I’m making it so.

I’m actually enjoying the process, at least for now. I’m eating vegetables and baked fish and drinking water and exercising every single day – just like I used to do in my twenties and should never have stopped. But I did. I won’t make that same stupid mistake again.

Lights Out

July 12, 2011

Monday July 11th, 2011 – Kenosha, WI

And then…the lights went out. There’s something I didn’t expect – and I bet none of the other 800,000 households that lost power in Northern Illinois and Southern Wisconsin did either. But they did. It only took a few minutes to go from business as usual to stone age.

I was intending to return home from my friend Jerry Agar‘s house yesterday, but his son Cooper needed a ride to a youth camp he was working at and the least I could do was take him. Their whole family opened their home to me, and I felt I needed to partially pay back the favor. Jerry’s wife Ann was working and there was no other way for him to get there.

He woke me up about 7:15 and we got in my car and noticed some of the most ominous black clouds I’ve ever seen. Then the rain started and in an instant we were in a storm that seemed to come out of nowhere. My car was blowing all over the road, and it was a scary ride all the way up Highway 14 from Cary, IL to Crystal Lake. Nobody expected any of it.

It took way longer than it should have to get back, as there were traffic lights blown out all over the place. That’s always frustrating, and to make it worse there were also downed trees and branches everywhere which turned a small summer storm into complete chaos.

I could see power was out at all the gas stations, and also in the businesses on Highway 14. Traffic was jammed and it was like a war zone with everyone fending for themselves to navigate their way through intersections, nobody knowing exactly who to let go first.

When I got back to Jerry’s house, the large tree in his front yard had been ripped out by the roots and was blocking the front door. The power was out, and the automatic garage door opener wasn’t working so getting into the house was an issue. Who expected this?

We eventually got in the house but it got hotter the longer the air conditioning was off and after a while it was like a toaster oven. The food in the freezer was thawing out and it made me a little concerned because I have to refrigerate my insulin after it gets opened.

I packed up some of my stuff and drove back to my place in Fox Lake, but there wasn’t any power there either and it looked like more of a war Zone than where Jerry lives. I saw a lot more damage and there was a downed tree a block from where I live that blocked the entire street. I had to go all the way around the back way to get home, but it was no use.

Driving around, it really got my attention just how spoiled we are as a nation. We’re so used to everything going right, that a little problem sends us into major panic. How much insanity would there be if the power went out for a week? I’m afraid to even imagine it.

I drove up to Kenosha and got a hotel room on Highway 50. I got the very last room and was glad to get it. I didn’t necessarily need the expense, but sleeping in an air conditioned room and having a shower seemed more important so I invested in myself. With all that’s happened in the last few weeks, this just adds to the fun. Am I getting ‘punked’ by life?

Return To Radio

July 12, 2011

Sunday July 10th, 2011 – Kenosha, WI

I almost forgot what sheer fun it can be to be on the radio. After a few weeks off, it was a total pleasure to be back in Kenosha hosting ‘The Mothership Connection’ on AM 1050 WLIP. I’ve always enjoyed it, but with all that’s transpired lately tonight was a huge treat.

Being on the air, even on a small station, produces a buzz similar to being on stage. It’s especially sweet when people participate and call in to comment. It validates what’s going on, and it’s a group effort between the people in studio and listeners calling in. It’s a rush.

This particular show has been the most fun I’ve ever had on the air because it deals with such fascinating topics. Who doesn’t enjoy talking about flying saucers and ghosts and all kinds of other mysterious and intriguing subjects? It’s right in my wheelhouse, and what’s even better is I have a first class on air team who enjoy it as much or more than even I do.

There’s an energy between us that comes through on the air, and when we get rolling on a topic with an interesting guest it’s nothing short of magic. Most of our guests have been surprisingly good, and more often than not we’ve been able to make the phones light up.

There is no shortage of authors of all kinds who want to be on the air to talk about their various subjects of expertise, and it’s our job as hosts to get the most out of them. I’m the leader, but the others all know they can chime in if they have something to add, and that’s the only real formula we use and it totally works. All I do is try to keep it all interesting.

I would really love to be able to do the show full time, but I don’t know how that could happen. Coast To Coast AM is the big show, and I’m not sure there’s room for another on a national scale. Our show is different because we’re more of a morning show vibe with a paranormal theme. It can be hilarious, and even our guests comment on how funny it is.

We do have an audience, but I’m not delusional to think it’s huge. We’re on in Kenosha on Sunday nights, how huge can it be? Even if we were on every night it still wouldn’t be enough to put any real money in anyone’s pocket. Syndication is the way to get that done.

Too bad Coast To Coast AM has already done it. Sometimes there’s only room for one of anything, and we may be chasing the wind. Or, maybe we could be in the right place to cash in on the success of the big show. Rush Limbaugh is the big dog of what he does but guys like Shawn Hannity and quite a few others have their own shows and do very well.

I need something right about now. Being a road comic is losing it’s appeal faster than a pulled pork sandwich at a bar mitzvah. I’ve had my fill and then some of travel, but I still need to make a living doing something that doesn’t involve a leaf blower or a name tag.

Whatever happens, it was still a blast to be on the air tonight. I was grateful to be out of the hospital and back doing something I forgot how much I enjoyed. I hope we can find a way to turn a buck somehow. We’re a solid team, and the show deserves to be on the air.