Fatherhood and Radiohood….won’t you be my neighbor?
Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010It was Sunday morning, the snow was falling and Connor was pooping. That’s my youngest son. I had only a few minutes to prepare for a news report. We were in Operation Storm Watch and I was calling in some of the conditions in Shawnee from home. So now I had a decision to make. Leave the poop until after the report, or change the poop AND do the report at the same time. Neither seemed promising.
About that time, Nichole called. I missed her call, but responded promptly with a text message…..”Sorry. Everyone poops.”
It turned out she was calling to tell me I didn’t need to go on the air until noon. Crisis averted.
Such is the life of a broadcaster. When the tornado comes in and the kids are huddled in the basement, Dad often has to be either on the front porch calling in storm reports, or in the car trying to find a funnel cloud. It’s not always an easy choice to make, but it’s just what you do.
People depend on us duing severe weather, and we’ll always be there to deliever. But if you ever hear a gassy sound in the background of one of my reports, don’t worry. The storm didn’t get me, but one of Connor’s bowel movements may have.