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Danny shares a Thanksgiving memory….explains what his mother hates about his podcast.  You’ll hear the MOST irritating female voice EVER and a spider infestation you won’t believe plus so much more.  Click below to listen.  First podcast with new microphone….I think it sounds better.  Feedback?

ClownBoss1Meetings.  I really believe we have too many.  Meeting to prepare for meetings make me crazy.  Don’t get me wrong I value the importance of a meeting that is truly needed but some of the stuff that comes out of a meeting leaves me more confused and detached than before the meeting.  Sometimes a meeting isn’t a meeting at all it’s just a get together where you are being told what to do.

I remember a meeting a bunch of us had many years ago where the General Manager had promised the services and support of my morning show as a favor to their church.  We were informed that the show would camp out in a tent with a bunch of other people to raise awareness and dollars to the homeless.  This meeting was not a “brainstorming session” it was basically held to be given our marching orders.

I am all for serving the public.  I like to help people but I also think you need to focus on your brand and serve your target demo.  When you say the word “homeless” I think many people think of someone hairy, dirty, sleeping in a box and smelling like urine.  While that may be unfair I do think it’s accurate.

My suggestion was to do a benefit that touches the female demo:  raise money for shelters for abused women, help for terminally ill children, etc.  At that point the General Manager uttered this golden nugget, “This is not about the bad homeless, this is about the good homeless.”   I was stunned.  The good homeless?  Perhaps this is something I did not know about.  They have classified the homeless.  Evidently Home Security waits until we are asleep and then covertly brands the homeless with bar codes to separate them into two categories:  good and bad.  The next time you are tempted to make a donation while stopped at a light I think you should demand that the individual fold back his ear so you can see the aforementioned bar code to know if you are giving to the good or the bad homeless.  You can easily download the app on your smart phone to make this process an easy one.

I’d tell ya more but I’m late for a meeting……


DANNY CZEKALINSKI hosts a weekly internet radio show on mysourceradio.com       Show archives can be heard HERE

happy-mothers-dayMy mother will be 74 in October.  I moved here to West Palm Beach in 2004 to be on the radio and keep an eye on her.  Somehow the roles have reversed in the past two years since I have not been working and now she sees me as a kid again.  It’s almost as though she relishes in the fact that she can mother me again.  I was always a saver and banked my money.  My biggest fear has always been being broke and homeless.  I honestly believe that if I started working again my mother would think that her purpose in life has been eliminated.   We actually had a conversation the other night about life insurance polices…..mainly mine.  I found out that parents really don’t want to discuss your eventual demise…they morph into an endless dialogue about the medications they are on and how they can’t keep up with technology.

My mother still cuts her own grass, goes to church every Sunday, works full-time and can take a knife and a cucumber and make it into a work of art.  She offers strange words of wisdom:  “Take a shower every morning to wash all the viruses off of you.”   The battery on her cordless phone is going and her solution is to plug-in her old land line.  She says things that I don’t know how to respond to:  “I’m taking the long way home because it’s raining and I can’t see in the dark.”

She refers to her answering machine as a “recorder” and always asks me about relatives that have passed;  “Do you remember Aunt Fran?”  Aunt Fran died 20 years ago…it’s not like Spock gave me the Vulcan mind meld.  I can’t get off the phone without her asking if I washed things I eat.  “Wash those tomatoes…people like to pick through them.”  God help society if there weren’t chickens because eventually the conversation will turn to eggs.  “Everything is good in moderation…you need eggs for protein.  I remember Grandma cutting the head off the chickens and plucking the feathers.  We used to pick our own eggs and now they are two dollars a dozen.”   How do you respond to that?

I plan on throwing up the white flag and saying “Happy Mother’s Day!!!”