Hello. I didn’t do much last night. I watched High Noon but fell asleep halfway through. I got up, listened to music and then I went to bed. Quite the exciting Valentine’s Day! I didn’t say it yesterday because I didn’t want to influence anybody else’s day: I think Valentine’s Day sucks! A holiday to tell someone that you care about them? As my Uncle Ron would say, “Come on!” If I find someone I’m sure as heck not going to wait for February 14th to express my love. Sweet lord let me find someone! I’d like to say Happy Birthday to my friend Tiffany. Happy Birthday! She’s having a get together tonight but I can’t make because I’m working late. Is there anything else? I think that’s it for now. In keeping with my guest speaker series this week, I asked Mike McIntee, Wahoo Gazette, to add his two cents. OK, here’s Mike’s Two Cents. Have a good day.

Hello everyone. I would like to take a second to thank Bob Borden for this fantastic opportunity to speak to you. The internet is a wonderful thing. It truly does create the Global Village I learned about in high school. And now, my slice of New York story.

My wife Denise and I were to meet a couple from California for dinner in New York City. We did not know them at all. They were friends of friends. Denise had gotten them and us tickets to the Rush Limbaugh TV Show that ran for a couple of years and they wanted to treat us to dinner. Since the price was right, we accepted. The restaurant was on the East Side of Manhattan; the Rush Limbaugh show was staged on the West Side. After the show, I we got into my car and we drove to the East Side, 50th Street just before Lexington. It was the holiday season and traffic was chaotic, even for Manhattan. The guy from California reads out the address, 247 E. 50th Street. As we approached the location, I see a parking spotright in front of 247 E. 50th Street. I figure there must be a hydrant there or it’s a No Parking Zone. I halfway pull into the spot and get out of my car to find out why the spot was open. I could find no signs. I could find no hydrant. The doorman to the building next to the restaurant gives a yell, “The spot’s fine.” I quickly parallel park RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE RESTAURANT and the four of us walk inside. I am so excited and can barely contain myself. I tell my new friends what a find the parking space was but they’re not too impressed. I go on and on to Denise about the parking spot but she shoots me a dirty look as if I was embarrassing her. I get up to go to the bathroom just to tell somebody, a waiter, a diner, a bartender, about my parking spot right in front of the restaurant. Since they are all New York City dwellers, they don’t own a car so they can’t appreciate my luck. I am beside myself. I sit back down and try to enjoy my dinner. All I wanted to do was talk about the spot. They wanted to talk about Limbaugh and the magnificent city of New York. After dinner Denise offers them a ride back to their hotel, 20 blocks away. As we get into the car, I stand outside hating to give up the spot. But I had to. It was the greatest parking spot I ever found in Manhattan. It happened ten years ago and I still get tingles thinking about it.
Thank you for listening to my story.
Mike