I think I’d like to be a hurricane reporter. You know, one of those idiots who stand on the beach while they’re getting smacked by 50-mph winds? One of those.
I’ve also desperately wanted to be an advice columnist and an on-air radio personality.
I’m 0-fer right now. I have the radio thing down for Sunday nights, but I’m talking about drive-time, baby. 50,000 watts. Many states and Canadian provinces.
But until then, I’ll toil along here bringing you a fresh, daily dose of the random and the rantings of a liberal conservative fish out of water.