When you are away from home for a while, and when you have lived at that home with a certain routine for a while, you start to miss things. Restaurants, churches, parks, kids, grandkids

, and all things local and not transportable.
The Ticket (KTCK 1310) is one of them. Yes, I miss
The Ticket. http://www.theticket.com
I spent a lot of time in a car in the Dallas-Fort Worth area and they got me through some long, boring stretches. The Morning Musers -- JubJub, Junior, and the occasionally annoying Gordon (yes, I heard you interview Cheech or Chong and you deserved to be hungup on). Norm, whom I have listened to since the "
I Am not a Jock Club" (love ya' Norm). I even miss Bob and Dan, even if Dan whines too much. And, of course, the #1 show, the
HardLine -- Greggo, Reiner (yes, Reiner) and the old yuck-monk himself, Corby.
A few of my nostalgic favorites:
- The first Compound Radio Week was the best radio program(s) ever.
- Corby's original overcusser, I really did drive off the road, I was bent over in laughter.
- The "Cat, don't tell Reins", fake Greggo call-in, I have played dozens of times, which reminds me that Greg's admission on public airwaves was as good as good gets. Not too many guys would do that.
- Fake Jerry and all things fake.
- Norm broadcasting from his kitchen after the operation.
- Over the top Gordon when Norm was admitting some temptations he struggles with and Gordon wouldn't let up. I was mad at Gordon but riveted to the radio.
I listened while driving because it's a bunch of guys talking about what guys talk about, which is often sports, but also women, food, music, TV, movies, high-tech gadgets, politics and religion. Mostly unimportant, but the conversation is relaxing. Sports for most of us is a way of relaxing from whatever is eating at us; we play it poorly, or did, and like watching other guys play it well, but it's only one interest, which is what most "sports" shows miss. As my son has observed while listening to sports talk in San Antonio, most sports talk shows are hosted by self-important sports guys who talk sports with radio voice but who don't get "it", and the "it" is they sound fake because they are fake. That's true in San Antonio, Philadelphia, and everywhere else I have ever been. I don't listen to the sports shows here, not because they are Philadelphia fans but because the shows lack the authenticity that
The Ticket has. I try but at some point I start looking for a bridge to drive off of, it's that bad.
I could listen on the internet, I know, but it's not the same, most of my listening has been in the car. I want to be in a car on a wide freeway, fighting traffic and talking back to the Ticket talk radio. I miss the mellifluous sound of Reins' gravel voice:
"It's five-forty-toooa, and we'll be back . . . on
The Ticket, (the ticket?)."
Those were good times. I'll be home soon boys. (hmmm, gay or not gay?)