I am asked often why I work so much on veterans things. My answer is usually just, why wouldn't you? I've never been good at keeping the names of all the Generals and the dates of all the battles clear. And I served in the Air Force, but at time of peace. So what draws me too it? The amazing trust I have been given by hundreds of veterans who have shared their story with me, and told their story through me. Every time they describe a memory of war I get to see it come to life in their eyes. And when it gets too painful for them to remember, I watched those memories roll down their cheeks. They have seen things, and done things before they were 20 that no teenager should ever see, or do. Those are the memories they keep locked away, the ones that try to reappear in nightmares. When they are no longer able, I will be the witness to their service until I can no longer speak. God Bless the men and women who go to war when called. This commercial makes me think of them.
Two weeks from right now the Thanksgiving feast will be over and the annual tradition of turning on the Christmas lights at Shady Acres will be complete. Two weeks. I am convinced that the whole global warming thing is just a cover for a greater evil...time shrinkage! That's right my friends, someone has adjusted the hands of the big clock in the sky so that one second actually moves at two second speed. Small enough not to notice, but it makes your days go twice as fast. Except for Wednesday, it still goes regular speed. And weekends are set at a 3 to 1 speed. And staff meetings, the clock actually stops. Yep, some one in the celestial heavens is messing with us. It's the only explanation for why Christmas and vacations go by so fast and colonoscopy prep takes forever. No other reason than some fallen angel has decided to toy with the Timex.
So, until we uncover the mystery of the minute mayhem I say get ready for a crazy ride the next two 48 days and enjoy every second. The memories you make now will be the ones that get you through those cold March days before St Patrick's Day when we can drink and forget the cold days. Is it time to defrost the turkey.
Well, there he is, the kid born 58 years ago today. I certainly see some resemblance to AN ALIEN for goodness sake!! What a head and ears!!! And where is my hair??? My Mom was 21-years old and I was 8 months old when this picture was taken. We were both kids. It's fun to look at this picture and then try to remember all the things that have happened in the time since it was taken. The people I have known, the places I've been, the friendships I've made, the family I've grown up with, the lessons I've learned, the life I've lived. I started reminiscing yesterday and it woke me early this morning. I have been blessed with the most amazing journey, done things and seen things that I had no business being part of. It actually worries me that someday God goings to say, "Wait a minute, all that cool stuff wasn't supposed to go to Rick!"
For all of you who have been a part of this life in someway, I will be forever grateful for your friendship, your patience and your love. To the two ladies who are really responsible for the me being the man I am, my Mom who shared my first 52-years and Diane who has shared my last 41, I miss you every day Mom...and I love you more every day Di. And to the coolest family any guy could ask for...thanks. Hey, it took a huge team to get me to 58. wait until you se what I have planned for us for the next 58!!!
I wanted to take a moment to send my very best wishes to a guy I have spent many a 3am with over the last many years, Murphy Houston at KOSI 101.1. I actually had the chance to bring Murph to KEZW several years ago and we worked together here until he was stolen away by the evil FM band and went to work for our sister station, KOSI. I have many memories of our time together, including his not well thought out attack of an African Bee Hive on a golf course, eating dinner from a trough and bar hopping while in a parade!! He's a broadcasting pro and today he signs off his regular weekday morning shift which means I am now the oldest on-air person in the building. Well that just sucks!!! Anyway, Murphy, thanks for the years together and the friendship. I'll miss seeing you around here every morning, but am happy you're leaving the regular grind to be with the ones that matter most!!!
So, as I understand it, the State of Washington has ruled that anytime a playground is built, or renovated, swings cannot be included. Not because of the kids on the swings getting hurt but because of kids walking in front and behind the kids on the swing getting hurt, and their parents suing the schools, and insurance companies now saying they won't cover liability because of so many lawsuits. So children in Washington have now lost the joy of reaching for the sky on a swing and spending hours talking to your best friend on a swing because parents found it easier to sue the schools than tell their kids to watch out around swing sets. Unbelievable. The words personal responsibility just don't seem to exist anymore.
I can't count the number of times I flew off a swing and scrapped myself. Raise your hand if you ever fell of monkey bars or got popped by a tether ball or lost skin on the gravel for a million different reasons. Yea, most of my generations hands went up. I don't recall my parents wanting to file a lawsuit, they threw a band-aid on me and said watch what you're doing. And while I'm cranky, one of my best memories as a kid was seeing half the United States from the backend of our station wagon where me, and my brothers, made beds and played car bingo and ate snacks and waited for semi's to go by so we could try and get them to honk their horns. Today my parents would get arrested for us being back there without a seat belt, or car seat, or other restraint. I rode a bike without a helmet, had fireworks in the backyard on the 4th, cooked popcorn in a metal pan over an open flame on the stove, shot a bb gun in the backyard at paper targets and somehow survived. There is no doubt we are safer today and that's not all bad. But if it's too safe, and too litigious, we sue and safeguard the fun right out of living. Seems like kids can't be kids today because there are rules against that. No wonder they sit inside and blow up the world on video games!!! Just one old crumudgeons opinion!
With nearly 6000 fallen heroes watching in silence, USAF SSgt Vanessa Wyatt re-enlisted this morning at the Colorado Freedom Memorial with her Commander, Supervisor and parents looking on. If was the first re-enlistment ceremony at the Memorial and we certainly hope it won't be the last. In a place where men and women who gave all are honored it was awesome to see their sacrifice remembered with SSgt Wyatt's commitment to carry on with the mission. The men and women who wear the uniform from every generation are among our very best. Congratulations SSgt Wyatt and thank you for your service!
In May of 2000 I came to Normandy for the first time to broadcast the Breakfast Club back to Denver. It was the first, and to this day still the only time a radio broadcast has originated from here. We learned then that 88 Colorado heroes lay among the 9387 fallen at Normandy and 12 are remembered on the Wall of the Missing. After the broadcast we had the chance to walk through the cemetery after it had closed and I was overwhelmed with sorrow that so many from home were here and how could we honor them where they had lived their childhood. That was how the Colorado Freedom Memorial idea came to be, from that walk 14 years ago . Today we returned to the American Cemetery to fulfill a promise I made to come back and let these young men know we had not forgotten them. If only by name we had brought them home. I cried today. For them, for their families, for lives they didn't get to live. I cried for the terrible way they died and then I cried with pride that WE never let go of the idea to always remember them. It was a sad day, and always will be when you come here. But these men were heroes and heroes are never forgotten. We'll at least not in Colorado! God bless them all and thank you everyone who helped a crazy radio guy pay tribute to these and all our fallen.
This is why #18 is the greatest to ever play quarterback. Sure, the stats are huge and he's revolutionized the position. But he did it without forgetting who he was, remembering what's truly important and being a great example of what it means to be a man. Oh that we should all have friends like that. You're a good man Peyton Manning.
“Nobody feels worse than he does. He got up and spoke to the team today. He apologized to the team. He and I have been talking these past couple weeks knowing this might be a possibility. He’s not been able to sleep. He’ll learn from it and... be better for it. As a team we support him. We stick with him. It’s not easy to stand in front of the team like that. You find out during a time like this who your friends are, who sticks with you. Me and Wes and Jacob (Tamme) and Britton Colquitt do a little Bible study together and we’re praying for him. A lot of guys are thinking about him. It’s not an easy time but I think he’ll come back stronger and better.” - Peyton Manning on Wes Welker situation.
In August 1914, 1600 men enlisted into the British forces in the old moat around the Tower of London. Great Britain had just entered WWI and before it ended 888,246 of her sons gave their lives in the Great War. To mark the 100th Anniversary of Britain’s entry in the war ceramic poppies are being placed in the old moat by 6,000 volunteers with the last one to be placed on November 11th, Armistice Day. These pictures of this incredible tribute were taken by my friend Molly McGinnis and show the poppies spilling, much like blood, out of one of the Tower windows and into the now dry moat. I’ll bet it’s breathtaking in person and certainly a beautiful remembrance. 1237 from Colorado gave their lives in WWI. May we never forget.