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I recently did an interview with former news anchor Tony Parsons and we talked about the early days in his broadcasting career. Like many, Tony started in radio in a small town. We talked about how much fun that was and how in a one-station market you got to do everything. You were a DJ, and a newscaster, you wrote and recorded commercials, and you did it all. If you worked the night shift you also emptied the waste baskets and ashtrays around the office and control room. Ready to Retire?
Retirement was not difficult for me, because I always felt I was semi-retired during my working life. I guess I was one of the lucky ones. As a TV weatherman, most of my days could be summed up by a constant parade of “partly cloudy with a few showers.” That was the beauty of being a TV weatherman in Vancouver. It either rains, or it don’t! No hurricanes, tornadoes and it hardly ever snows, but when it does snow, stay off the roads. But I digress. It was a job where I could show up half the year wearing Hawaiian shirts, and if the forecast was wrong, I still got to keep my job! Plus, I got to work with people I liked, and where we all enjoyed each other’s company. There comes a time though when you’ve had enough. To borrow an old phrase, “stick a fork in me, I think I’m done!” Blue Suede Shoes
It’s hard to know where to start with this, but how about we start back in the early to mid 1970’s. In those days serving liquor in clubs and bars was forbidden on Sundays in British Columbia, so to find a watering hole, one had to look south. It was legal in Washington State to serve booze on a Sunday and many British Columbians, especially those close to the American/Canadian border made the trip to either Blaine or Port Roberts, Washington to enjoy a glass or two. |
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