"Himself" Settles In

Four weeks ago the planet wobbled on its axis, the stars re-aligned, and the earth's crust shifted as He, whose minions refer to simply as "Himself", returned to the air-waves. It was indeed an event of cataclysmic proportions. Such power... such ominous grace... such an odd young man. Is this force new and monumental? Absolutely. Is it human? Perhaps. Will Howard and surrounding counties ever be the same? Maybe on the weekends... in Oakford.

Of his legion of minions I perhaps have known Mr Heck for the longest period of time. I remember one eve in Greentown when I asked him the meaning of life. He placed his hand on my shoulder, looked off into the distance and whispered, "plastic bed-sheets." Long I've struggled with the gravity of his reply. You see, at some point, early in Mr Heck's formative years, a significant portion of his mind ventured out into the nether regions of the ozone layer... and liked it there... And, at last check had summoned insufficient motivation to return. What made him the way he is? Was it his family, his diet, or was that 4-minute baptism just too darn long? Yes sir, I'd like to know.

Himself recently e-mailed me and asked if I had any suggestions for the show. "CHANGE NOTHING!" I cried. Do you change Mona Lisa's smile? Do you re-make Casablanca? Do you eat spaghetti with refried beans? (you can, but things turn ugly very quickly)

But though his hush puppies be worn, his pocket protector be frayed, his glasses be taped at the bridge of his nose... well, I've forgotten my point.

Anyway, continue to listen to "Himself" on 1350AM at 3PM Monday through Friday.