It’s 5 p.m. on Thanksgiving evening as I write this, and I’m still so full from lunch I might not be able to eat again until dinner.

Happy post-Thanksgiving weekend, everybody. This is the longest, weirdest time of the year. By the time you read this, we will have already had what feels like four consecutive Saturdays. And when we get to work on Monday, we’ll be so confused next week will feel like 10 days.

Happy Thanksgiving, my dear readers. I hope this is a good holiday week for you and your loved ones with safe travels, good fellowship, and plenty of leftovers. As always, this time of year makes me think about the things I am truly grateful for.

It was Flag Day 1987. I was opening the mic for the first time as a new announcer on KTBB AM 600. It was the early part of my radio journey, and I was excited to be moving up in the industry.

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I’ve noticed something about my compatriots in the media. When they make stupid predictions, as they often do, they never mention them again. I would never do that to you, dear reader. In fact, the dumber my prediction, the greater the chance that I’ll bring it back up again as evidence you …

Before becoming a parenting coach, I would say, "Kids don't come with a manual." We were winging it. Our parents were winging it. Their parents were winging it, and so on. But the truth is, books exist and have for centuries. The knowledge was there. We just needed to be open to it. I became a parent in 1995 when the internet was still relatively new to the public. The library and bookstore were the main, if not only, options at the time.

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