I put aside Sergeant Pepper’s long enough in the summer of 1968 to discover my second passion in life. I remember sitting in front of the TV, mesmerized by the political conventions. My parents watched their rather pudgy young son captivated by such grown up matters, presumably retrieving hope that all was not lost on a boy dizzy by the turntable of the phonograph. “Maybe he’ll go into politics, public service, or law.” Anything but rock and roll.
My parents didn’t know at the time, but it wasn’t Humphrey, Nixon, and the riots in the streets of Chicago that turned me into a news junkie. Cronkite, Huntley and Brinkley, and security manhandling Dan Rather on the convention floor, that’s what I couldn’t get enough of. The story played a part, but the story tellers, that’s what did it for me.
Now I tell stories. I get up at 2:44 a.m. Monday through Friday to anchor a daily, two-and-a-half hour newscast in Washington State. On weekends, I sleep in until 5:00 a.m. and then tell more stories into a laptop on the kitchen table. I recently finished my first novel, THE FLIGHT OF THE SWALLOWS, which is about the journey of a rock and roll band and the singer who discovers his voice along the way.
Never sacrifice a passion. Work it in.
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