Two days into May Sweeps and we're off to a bang. Traveling to the ends of the state, doing dog lick live shots in front of expensive gas stations, trolling through the Phallus Palace, getting rides on motorcycles, fighting of
protectors of the Golden One, and helping people find
money in unlikely places ... it was time for the members of the Big Raggedy to to take a break. To quote Al Bundy, "Let's Bowl."
One of the stackers had a birthday hoot nanny and invited everyone to come and bowl. We could use some good time away from the asylum. I got there to late to play but watching my peeps throwing weighted spheres to topple over mindless wooden pins was quite enjoyable.
I see XRAY TED is about to bowl a strike.
I wonder who's winning? Who's cares.
That looks like a strike. I wonder who threw it?
It's the Nubian Princess. She gonna bowl a strike, I think.
She came close. I think XRAY TED may have something to do with this. At least she's enjoying herself, but she's going to hit him with the ball one of these days. We'll have to do this again sometime. Next time I'll show up early but I hope they have shoes in my size.
Who says there isn't life after TV. The gentlemen holding the over sized scissors is Willie Porter. The new Manager of the one of the Pelican State Credit Union branches. I remember Willie while at the Big Raggedy being a part of the studio crew. Working odd hours, trucking cameras for a key shot while hoping the red light didn't come one during the set up. Dishing out time ques to make sure on set interviews didn't go to long. And he did it with a smile on face.
Now he and his staff are helping people with their financial needs. Whether it's a savings account or ways to invest their hard earned money. I may have to give them a call.
Not only is there life after TV but it has Banker's hours and a better paycheck. Congratulations Willie.
And to compound the fact the we couldn't get the Live Shot Prohibition Act passed, we loss by a few votes, my trusted Fuzzy & I had to sweat it out at a local gas station hoping that no one hits us while at the Petro Oasis. The prices will cause you to do a double take these days.
At least the Nubian Princess came along for the ride. Now to help fill 1:30 and call it day.
It's former lenser and Big Raggedy alum, John "Spike" Conley. I really don't know how he got the name "Spike" you'll have to ask him. 
Spike is one of the more talented photographers that I've ever met. He could take just about anything and turn it into a good story. There're a lot of people who have helped me grow in the business and Spike is one of my favorites. He would tell me if you can see then find a way to hear it. If it meant using your wireless mic from a distance or your shotgun mic at close range he would come back with great sound for the story.
Now he's manning a much larger lens usually involving some College or Pro Sports event. So if your watching the broadcast and you see a deep fly ball clearing the fences then Spike's the one behind the camera. So for old time's sake this one's for you.
Nothing like pulling out you chair, reading a nice book....
.... then watching the endless number of people clinging on to the last bit of money hoping that the feds give them something back. Why go through this every year?
Do what I do. I've got people. I know I'm not getting anything back. Stuff was filed early, so no worries what so ever.
I remember her from last year. Lady would you like to meet my peeps. I have those that take care of the mathematical nightmare known as the Federal and State Tax code. Oh well, breaks over. Time to get the shot ready. Then there is something ringing in my ear. It's the "Hobbit" producer of the 9. He has a special request of me. 