Aircheck: WYOU, 6/1/1969

I’ve been looking back at some Florida radio history every other Sunday recently, and this week, it’s an aircheck from WYOU radio, 1550 on the AM dial from Sunday, June 1st, 1969. Now a days, 1550 is WAMA, a Spanish language sports talk radio station.

There’s an ad in this aircheck for the Joyland country night club in St. Petersburg, which presently is part of the city of Pinellas Park, and isn’t too far from where I live off of US 19.

The country music sounds totally different from what it sounds like these days, and the station even has a gospel hymn playing every hour, as many country artists of the era would often perform gospel songs, the most famous of which may have been Johnny Cash.

Worth a listen.

Flashback: “Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood” by Santa Esmeralda

Another one of those songs that was a classic before the “Kill Bill” movie series gave it some added life. It was originally done by The Animals before it got the disco-ish treatment in 1977. Santa Esmeralda also covered another Animals classic, “House Of The Rising Sun” and gave that a similar pattern in length, with one version of that song clocking in at over 15 minutes long.

Enjoy, and talk to you some more tomorrow.

Bodies Of Law

One of my Facebook friends, someone I’ve known since my high school days, posted a Mother Jones article. In it, it speaks about how the state of Georgia just ruled in favor of a Publix employee who was filming video of a female customer up her skirt.

(Full disclosure: my Dad was a Publix employee in the Tampa Bay area, back when it was only a supermarket in Florida. Now, there are Publix grocery stores in Tennessee, North Carolina, and Virginia.)

I was amazed that nearly 25 years since the Clarence Thomas hearings, and how Anita Hill felt sexually harassed by Thomas, this still goes on.

Men do get their jollies taking this kind of photography and video, but I never understood the lure of that kind of voyeurism. But for Georgia not to have a law that protects women from that sort of thing, I don’t get that at all. That part of the body, it would seem to me, would be the most private of female body parts.

Apparently, if you live in DC, Texas, Massachusetts, and Oregon, that behavior is okay there, too.

It should never be okay. Not every woman wants to be exhibited like that.

You Get A Kick, And You Get A Kick…

This took place in 2010, and it’s the kind of ending only a CFL game can produce.

Montreal’s Alouettes and Toronto’s Argonauts  were tied 30-30, with Montreal in field goal range for a possible win. Under CFL rules, the goal posts are not on the end lines, as they are in American football, but on the goal lines. (The NFL had the goalposts on goal lines as well, but moved them back in 1974.) Also, the equivalent of a touchback (most cases) in American football is a rouge in Canadian ball, worth 1 point to the kicking team. That means that if Toronto failed to get the ball out of their end zone, Montreal would get a “single” and win the game that way.

Here’s where it gets interesting: a missed field goal can also be kicked (or punted) out of the end zone by the team initially receiving the ball. The team that gets the ball (the inital kicking team) can also to attempt to kick the ball back.

That’s what happened in this game: Montreal missed the field goal, Toronto punted it back, Montreal punted it back AGAIN, then Toronto punted again, but failed to get it out of their own end zone, all of that in one play. Montreal pounced on the ball in the end zone, winning 36-30.

A totally unique finish to a football game that you can get north of the border.


Fading Light

My eyesight is dwindling.

If I cover my left eye, I’m fine, but if cover my right eye, my vision is drastically reduced to where text is very unreadable, even from short distances. Even with eyes wide open, anything on a white screen gives me problems, occasionally to the point where I need the “Magnify” Windows program to see clearly if something is in tiny print.

I’m 90% sure it is just getting older and the inheritance of heredity, but the glare of the computer screen is affecting my eyes. I’ve made print larger, I use a Chrome app called “Deluminate” that dims the screen a bit. I occasionally use Firefox and the “Owl” app for it.

My mother wears glasses to read, and my father wore driving glasses in the latter part of his life. My vision was always good, though. If I was driving on the highways, I could always read the green signs on the road well in advance when I was younger.

Like I said, I think it’s just advancing age. Going to get my sight checked, well, that’s on the to-do list of my life now.

Harry’s Gift


For those of you new to my blog, I have a pet cat named Harry. I babysat for him going back to 2010, and then my landlord’s wife couldn’t take care of him anymore at the end of 2014, and asked me to. I declined at first, but when I was told that once in the care of the ASPCA they’d likely put him down (why kill a six year old cat?), I took care of him full-time starting in January of 2015.

When I’m at home, he’s always around me. We always get along well, but on Saturday, there was a sign that I’ve won his love.

He meowed at me constantly this one muggy July morning. Usually, if he should vomit and I’m not aware of it, he gets my attention by going to wherever I am. If I’m napping, he’ll jump on the bed and head butt my forearm with his forehead. But this time, inside of vomit, he brought me a present in the form of either a comatose or dead lizard.

I thanked Harry for the present as if it were the winning ticket of the Florida Lottery, quickly picked up the immobile lizard (I was 99% sure it was dead, though I saw no marks of mutilation or being squashed), and placed it gently on the front porch near some bushes.

Yep, we’re getting along just fine.