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Well, I took summer off  from posting here, mostly because making, fund-raising and earning the almighty currency that is the lubrication fabric of  our society and vehicle of personal comfort became a priority, and this is little more than a “hobby”, albeit a happy one when I indulge and share my “diary” with your eyes and mind.  I am happy to see my blog is doing well and steadily accumulating “hits” far beyond my wildest dreams when I began this venting in November of 2009.   No excuses, at this stage of my life (late fifties) a man does what his ‘Boy Scout’ preparedness intuitions tell him to do.

As the media ramps-up the USA to again relive the horror of September 11, 2001, I will ignore the urgings to pull out the VHS I have of the horrific happenings of that day that changed the way this country treats its own citizens, much to our own detriment, and instead keep my “nose to the grindstone” to prevent myself from getting tossed from this house of my last ten years before I have a new place to settle, even-though the “handwriting is on the walls” of this place, and I am eager to settle with my soon-to-be-wife “Nina” someplace else.

Therefore, I want to muse here about Labor Day. We are already too prone to “HBP” without going back to nightmares voluntarily. The first thing about Labor Day, 2011 is that it has magnified how drastically the seasons shift nowadays as compared to when I was a boy in Brooklyn, New York.  After four consecutive days of one-hundred degree farenheit temperatures, the “remnants of tropical storm Lee” made landfall from the Gulf Of Mexico and ushered-in late November-like temperatures for the past four days!

While my electic bill is happily reduced, as I always like to stick-it to the power company monopoly, I do not appreciate ‘Mother Nature’ cheating me out of my September sunshine in-favor of the blanket!!

  One of the great things about communicating regularly with my international finacee`, is that she shines a spotlight on something I have noticed forever here, and that is: the constant way our media dredges-up unpleasantness from the past. It is one of the reasons racism based upon skin color is still an issue in the “good ole U.S.A.” – our media keeps reminding people of our differences, instead of letting them settle under the collective archeological dirt of the generations whose dust accumulate on-top of that sordid business.

I first realized the impact of organized “labor unions” when the United Federation Of Teachers in New York City took their union out on strike in October of 1968 under Albert Shanker. It was the best to us pupils because we had two weeks off in going into Halloween that year! LOL

Growing-up with two teachers in da house taught me the value of how Labor Unions represent the underpaid and overworked.  Labor unions conjures memories of the Teamsters and the unknown whereabouts of Jimmy Hoffa, their leader back in the day.

I joined AFTRA because I had to when I started working on WBLS FM in NYC back in 1984; they came looking for me via a letter which I still have! I was proud, even though the dues were and are exorbitant; I am glad, and think Labor Unions are under-appreciated these days.   The benefits outweigh the negatives; the camaraderie and strength-in-numbers is priceless against greedy “‘bosses” and  selfish, Scrooge-like employers. 

When I moved to my present southeastern location, I immediately felt the abrasive stiff-arm of the non-union mentality passed-down from generations since a divisive war that I won’t mention, lest I become part of the problem I seek to solve.  They probably liked it when Ronald Reagan broke the airline flight controllers’ union back in 1981, ushering-in the era of anti-union sentiment in the USA that most unfortunately, still carries-over here in 2011.  It was a very bad policy that affects the safety of the flying public to this very day, with “controllers” falling asleep at the “wheel”.   That attitude in this region hampered me when I was wrongfully terminated by an employer who brandished a deadly weapon – the local union “local” had no testicles to help me. [see my book, “He’s In A Meeting…” for more about it]

What are your family or work-related labor union experiences or memories? The floor is always open to your comments!

 I am back and hope to hit some posts out, back-to-back and belly-to-belly,  as my next post is already warming in the bullpen! What I also learned in the summer of 2011, is who is really in my inner circle, who will sweat, cry and toil with me to achieve a successful Labor of Love.

    

 When I first discovered broadcasting at my now defunct college radio station, once every year we would do a “radiothon” pledge drive in order to raise funds to keep operating.  This post comes to you with that same spirit, except this time it is personal.  My “station” in life needs your help, and my goal is to raise a modest six-thousand($6,000) by December, which would cover a donwardly-negotiated unjust “surtax” from twenty years ago, with this Fall Pledge Drive.  I am fifty-seven and single, but even a bachelor cannot make it on a paltry unemployment insurance check of eighty-five dollar per week – although I  really appreciate it because a few weeks ago, they told me my previous claim was “exhausted”, no check came for two weeks and I got down to total zero: no money, no gas in the car, no food except bread and boiled water on Labor Day weekend.  That cannot happen anymore, so with your help I can catalyst my own economic stimulus and climb out of the abyss. Yes, the nation’s money woes have exacerbated my plight, and I do not sleep well at night, with a bill du noir often waking me up with a start after usually only three hours of “good” sleep.  Vulnerable to eviction at the whim of the landlord who has been very kind to let be survive here this long, and a finance company holding the title of my thirteen year old car due to a debt-consolidation loan, these are nervous times and a recent visit to a free health clinic revealed the genesis of high blood pressure for the first time in my life even though I exercise regularly, and don’t “look” my age. 

My next door neighbor described me as “creative” a couple of days ago during an over-the-fence conversation about the issues of the day. I am a good man who just has not realized the goals I set for myself twenty-six years ago when I was at my personal mountain top as a personality on the number one New York City radio station; now I reside in a southern town of only 500,000 or so people with more limited possibilities than I grew up accustomed to.  My Mum who is going on eighty-eight said,”You would have had to have gotten more help with those [goals] than you did.”  Reading from a recently-discovered “bio” from 1984, my goals were: “radio management while maintaining a creative outlet ( air  shift); to Program a New York City FM station, and use his talents in the new Video/Cable field.”  NONE of that happened – where has the time gone? 

Yeah, all my close mentors and my main inspiration for my career choice died-off in the 1990s, but maybe some of it I guess was me or some secret criticism people with the power to help me spoke about only behind my back so I could not change it for the better.  Be that as it may, enough self-psychoanalysis.  As my friend who passed-away suddenly at age forty-five earlier this year would say, “It is what it is…”  I need your help or that of someone you know – I am now my own public charity.  Cash, honorarium, stipend or a grant to travel, write and earn my keep are all acceptable.  I have been pushing and applying for respectable work on-line and attempting to do so in-person, to then be shunned back to the internet; the telephone doesn’t ring anymore with people interested in paying me for my knowledge and services like in past decades.  One of my old college fraternity “brothers” said, “You’ve got to get out there, and be the CEO of your own company/can’t just sit on the internet” [paraphrasing].  Agreed, but difficult to do on eighty-five bucks a week from the Dept of Labor.

I do still have some humble pride and value my privacy, therefore I will not put  all of my personal information in this space. However, you can e-mail me or request more 411 in your comments and will gratefully communicate with you to achieve my goals.  This is straight-up world-wide panhandling – I never thought it would come to this, however we hear all over that we must use today’s tools to get what we need. I am an honest, talented man trying to get totally back on his feet in order to have  a chance at comfort for my remaining years, give myself a chance to share  and happily reciprocate.  Others have these things.  Why not me? 

 For those who donate twenty-five dollars or more, I can offer you one of my personally mixed, custom CDs or one of my radio show CDs (instead of a coffee mug, LOL)

And now my” tune wedgie” du jour; I always knew blues music was there because Frankie Crocker played it on WBLS in my radio “formative years”, but kind of ignored it. I met and interviewed Mr. Bland once as he sat on his touring bus outside of a nightclub called “Sweetwaters” on Amsterdam Avenue in New York City.

I “cry” because I don’t know what else to do but make this appeal at this time.  Thank you for your “support”. DJJimiB

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