Today's quote mentions
two things I do a shit ton of, worry and pray.
I tend to pray the most for those I worry
about the most. The funny thing is that I don't worry about myself nearly as
much as I did when I was younger.
The
prayers for myself these days usually involve catching that green light up the
road or asking the Good Lord to help the Bears and White Sox win a few more
games.
Apparently divine intervention has its
limitations when it comes to touchdowns and homeruns.
I have also learned not to sweat the small
crap that is beyond my control. Some things aren't mine to decide, and no
amount of worrying is going to change that.
So, fuck it.
There is a certain freedom in accepting that.
On this date in 1938, Orson Welles
frightened a good portion of America with his infamous radio adaptation of The
War of the Worlds.
He used a medium that was still relatively
young to convince his audience that Martians had invaded New Jersey.
It became one of broadcasting's earliest
examples of the power of media to create panic, although the extent of the
hysteria was greatly exaggerated.
Nearly ninety years later, we have
perfected the art of frightening ourselves. Only now, instead of Martians
invading New Jersey, we have twenty-four-hour news channels, social media
prophets, and keyboard bullies convincing us that the world is ending before
breakfast. We have either come a long way or dug ourselves one hell of a deep
hole.
I still listen to those old radio programs
every Saturday afternoon on WDCB. I have been listening to Those Were the
Days since I was a little boy sitting on my Oldman's lap.
Just like that, October is packing its
bags.
This is it, Chalkheads. Turn those clocks
back this weekend. The season of wintering is upon us.
There is a silver lining…
Twenty-four-hour Christmas music returns
to 93.9 FM next week.
A little Sinatra, a
little Bing, a little Wham and a reminder that there is still some good in this
wacky world.
Finish October strong, Chalkheads.
Worry a little less. Pray a little more
and be ready for the gusto and astonishment waiting for us in November.
