Flashback: “Green Grass And High Tides” by The Outlaws

One of the better bands from my neck of the woods…


I was amazed to read Tuesday that Facebook now has 2 billion users. 

That’s 2,000,000,000 users. 

The latest estimates I’ve heard is that the world has a population of 7 billion. I don’t know how accurate that is, but it sounds close to what I can perceive as the actual number could be. 

If that’s within the realm of accuracy, then we are closing in on 30% of the world’s population being Facebook users. 

Does this mean we’re all addicts?

Hot, But Not Ready

One of my Facebook friends who recently moved out west reminded me of how some things in life are falsely advertised. In the case of my friend, it was a bank being advertised as a convenient bank being inconvenient in her opinion. 

In most of the decade of the 2000’s, I lived in Largo, not too far from the high school. Within walking distance from the apartment was a Little Caesars pizza restaurant, who had “Hot And Ready” pizzas for five dollars. 

In the middle of the afternoon is when I’d often visit the joint, before afternoon rush hour would hit. I’d order the “Hot And Ready” pizza, and there was no one else there except the staff and me most instances I was there. 

I can’t tell you how many times I waited at least 15 minutes to get the so called “Hot And Ready” pizza. I never bitched about the fact that this was false advertising. Why overstate the obvious?

Since I’ve been in Pinellas Park, I haven’t been to Little Caesars. Even if I knew where one was, I’d avoid them like the plague. 

12:43 Memories

It’s funny, the things that stick in your memory. What you choose to remember, and what you don’t. 

People will look at that 12:43 in the title of this entry and think it’s a time of day. In this instance, it is a time of hour. 

When I worked at the Sun Radio Network in Clearwater, than later in St. Petersburg, 12:43 was almost always the time of the hour (12 minutes, 43 seconds) that the first network break occurred, where whoever is hosting had to stop what he or she was doing in order for commercials to be played, and for the proverbial “cash register” to be rung. 

Here’s the thing: if you heard the show on radio and had a watch or clock set to the exact time, the break commenced at 12:50, not 12:43.

That’s because we, and many other stations and networks in the radio business had a device known as a seven second delay, just in case someone used a word not approved by the FCC. If we began the show at seven minutes past the hour, what actually was aired and said over five minutes and 43 seconds took you five minutes and 50 seconds to hear. 

If someone did use one of those seven dirty words the FCC did not approve of, I would hit a small yellow button called a “dump” button. That would wipe out the seven second delay and jump the show that much farther ahead instantly.

Using normal pauses a conversation gives you, the delay builds back up, and once again there’s a seven second delay within about two to three minutes, provided nobody else curses within that time. 

And that’s how 12:43 got stuck in my head, and apparently, has stayed there.