it’s 8pm and no plaza pumpkins have come a-knockin’ lookin’ for candy. that means more reece’s cups for me. (i was cheap and bought the little ones (cuz i knew nobody would show up).)
but at this time of year i am driven once again to wonder why “fun size” candy bars are fun. when i was a kid, trick or treating as the pillsbury dough boy (no pillow necessary then), i had the most fun when somebody handed me a full size snickers or a two pack of recee’s cups.
a small 3 muskateers, milky way or snickers was not fun. it was inconvenient. you knew that you would have to eat at least two to be satisfied (and that meant a fight with mom. dad would side with me as long as i slid him a pb cup under the table). and if you only had one, you were faced with the tough choice of which “incon size” bar should chase the snickers — there’s no good answer.
executive producer jayme tells of her t or t memories where the best houses were the ones handing out “pop.”
that puts things into perspective for me. given the choice between a fun size snickers and having to endure the word “pop,” i will grit my teeth, and choke down the candy bar.
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there are days you come into work and think…hmmm, this will be an interesting day. i think we can do this, and this, and this and then we’ll hit the round table.
then sometimes at 4am, noway steps in and throws a scandanavian monkey wrench into the works.
about 4:01 this morning abc’s michael barr, anchoring the national news broadcast, announces breaking news that the prez has won the nobel peace prize in oslo. at that exact moment, everyone in the newsroom looked at each other and said: “really?”
two seconds later, we threw this, and this and this out the window and began reshaping the show and the round table. we hit the phones to get you reaction from people who know the prez and the issues.
we refocus the questions for our guests, the way we get you involved changes (expanding from asking for comments on email or facebook to opening up the phone lines to get your feedback and talking to you on the street), and we shift our delivery to accommodate a sustained flow of information develops all morning long.
oh and we do traffic and weather every ten minutes since there were 102 accidents this morning.
and we look ahead to the rest of the day and make sure you know what you need to know before glenn, rush, s&p and darla grab the torch from us and carry it forward.
and then, bob comes in with biscotti and suddenly everything seems so much easier to manage again.
thank you norway. thank you president obama for a fun morning. and thank you bob for the best biscotti in the world.
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Every now and then (perhaps more often than you might think) Ellen and I run into something that makes us stop…makes us think about whether or not we oughta mention it on the air. This morning, it was the American Royal BBQ contest. Okay, not the Royal as such, but one of the teams participating in the sausage competition.
Team names are the best, right? You can tell that some teams take just as much time thinking up just the right name as they do putting together just the right BBQ sauce recipe. (And by the way, Howlin Wolfe’s BBQ catered the KMBZ party at the Royal on Friday and talk about a great recipe! These guys need a restaurant!). But a team name isn’t what you’d expect to catch your attention and make you ask, “Really? Can I say that? Really? (Chuckle like a 9 year old).”
We had one of those moments this morning. You can find the link by going to our highlights page. See if you can figure out which team gave us pause.
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