[Kzyxtalk] Sects and violins. A ripping yarn.

[Marco McClean]

The recording of last night's (2018-08-24) KNYO Fort Bragg and KMEC 
Ukiah Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show is available by one or two 
clicks, depending on whether you want to listen to it now or download it 
and keep it for later and, speaking of which, it's right here:
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0295

This time I started out reading very fast and kept it up, reacting to 
how things went last week when half a dozen people showed up and called 
on the phone, which didn't happen this week, resulting in finishing a 
little early, at about twenty to five, so that I'd already signed off 
when Lucky arrived back from San Francisco. I gave him the Leroy and 
Skillet collection for his car, the equivalent of our home game. You 
kids don’t know, but in the old days when somebody got on a game show on 
the radio or teevee and they were disappointed, chose the wrong curtain 
or door, and didn't win the new Chevrolet or spacious G.E. refrigerator 
or magnificent console hi-fi from Magnavox (the First Name in Hi-Fi), 
they were given a copy of the show's home game, an actual boxed board 
game, which might have been just as good as the show. In fact, you'll 
hear more than half an hour of the iconic Leroy and Skillet in the above 
show itself. They're dead now, or /dayd/, as they would say it if they 
weren’t dayd. Let's see if I can do this with typing: [growl-shouting] 
/Leroy, Skillet, Reetha, we all us dayd now, goddammit. Hoddaya like thet?/

Scott Peterson's story, The Vermillions, is a ripping yarn, the sort of 
thing where you have to control yourself not to keep stopping and going 
/wow!/ in the middle of it. I broke it into two parts, though, because 
Tom showed up after his gig at Mendocino Theater Company's production of 
Becky's New Car, and after I got some Cadbury's caramel chocolate into 
him he began to tell the most amazing stories about his life in theater. 
A flying accident during the nightmare scene in Fiddler on the Roof. An 
exercise in expressing one's inner tomato. Naked solo sailing a borrowed 
35-footer directly into the sun, balanced on the bowsprit, eyes closed, 
steering by psychokinesis. And so on.

IN OTHER NEWS: Also at http://MemoOfTheAir.wordpress.com you'll find a 
fresh batch of dozens of links to not necessarily radio-useful but 
nonetheless worthwhile items I set aside for you while gathering the 
show together, things where just hearing it wouldn't be enough. Such as:

Wind-tunnel aerial dancing.
http://bitsandpieces.us/2018/08/wind-tunnel-dancing/

Matrimonio Interplanetario.
https://vimeo.com/102827380

Ai-yi-yi. Watch this before you just blindly let your kids go to one of 
those crazy parks or fairs and assume they'll be fine. They will not be 
fine; they will fall right out of the sky and bounce off metal things on 
their way down and be decapitated and die.
http://www.amyoops.com/2018/08/amusement-park-fails.html

And a sheep stuck in a swing.
https://laughingsquid.com/sheep-stuck-in-tire-swing/

-- 
Marco McClean, memo at mcn.org