Lynchburg Blues
I’ve been a Chicago (and South Suburbs) kid since the better half of 1993. Moving to Virginia was a big culture shock. There were different laws, different people, different companies and different convictions.
Every once in a while, I get a shot in the arm that I’m not in Chicago, and that I’m south of the Mason-Dixon line.
But I’ve lived in Lynchburg (the town that Jerry Falwell built) for almost 3 months now. It’s starting to grow on me that this is where I live now– this is where my life is going to happen.
I’ve noticed a significant number of vanity plates in the Lynchburg area. I’ve tried to find out why they are so much more common than in Chicago. Until I find a satisfactory answer, I will post some of the best ones here.
But clearly it can’t happen too quickly. I’ve been lazy as of late in following up on any state department application or test after my initial interest in March. Damnit, I will eventually.
That said, a customer reminded me of a strong point of mine today– my voice. Every once in a while, when I meet a new customer at Walgreens, they’ll comment on how professional my voice sounds, or how I should go in to broadcasting. Believe me, if it were that easy, I would do it. Subsequently, if there are any radio executives or people in “the biz” with some insider knowledge, please, let me know.
I wonder if the state department has any jobs for broadcast journalism majors with booming voices…
