Who could have imagined this?)

Who could've imagined that my personal journey of broadcasting would culminate in Evanston Wyoming at a tiny station sitting out in its lonesome half way up a forgotten road to a airport? I would have told you then that if that happened I would bring to every ayre enthusiast a radio station dedicated to the Confederacy, the UCSMC, and of course every dern tooting gear grinding truckers. 

I had always thought that such a pheate would either be in Metro Utah somewhere or the greater Hazzard City area of Idaho. 

And as of next week the wait is over and the real weight of the situation is on my shoulders. 

Not that I am a radio businessperson but I am by desire and training by one the greatest broadcast engineers on the face of the Earth Kelly Klauss. The one of a few round these parts SBE Certified Broadcast Engineers. Yup I am the long haired southern bred kountry guy that keeps all of our organizations radio stations on the air and humming. 

The question always is asked why Don't I just settle down gain a wife and relax? Answer? What would I do? I don't want to have a permanent residence, seems as though if you have a permanent residence you just give most of what it may be valued at to corrupt tax collectors. Government agencies that have about as sense as a male's hind end so why bother? When it comes to a wife. I have had 3 in my life. One who pilots a rig for ClearSprings Trout Company of Buhl Idaho, Suzi who is now a self claimed Duke also the Mother to my son Eddy, and of course Monkee aka Janice. That I messed up by being a bit indescrentually lose . I do miss her above all.  In between there was Marla Wilson of Eastern Oregon and then my last endeavor on the mating ritual who passed away due to Cebceral Palsy. After Nadi I just didn't have the stomach for being captured or domesticated. Give me ye Ole General 

JaXson full tank of go fluid and my radio 🔧 tools. That is my 🌎 world. Of course I am the easiest way to my leisure is in the cockpit 

That is where I am at my most free. 

Those who have never been behind the stick 

wouldn't understand. For those who have, the old song of those who desire flight that goes: once you have tasted flight your eyes 👀 will always be looking to the sky for there you once were and where you will forever long to be there again. 

That might be misquote but you all catch the drift. 

Of that must be what it is. As for LexiBelle and tows and toes and pheete and all of that in my next post 📫