tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026470.post109758297016490000..comments2023-09-01T10:10:01.251-04:00Comments on Capital City Desk: Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16791914604898998749noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026470.post-1097760737075953812004-10-14T09:32:00.000-04:002004-10-14T09:32:00.000-04:00Are you scarred from that experience? ;)Are you scarred from that experience? ;)vjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16558120043096902186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026470.post-1097705280220110522004-10-13T18:08:00.000-04:002004-10-13T18:08:00.000-04:00Good memory, V.: Millard the Mallard was a morning...Good memory, V.: Millard the Mallard was a morning show sidekick. <br /><br />What I remember is an early understanding of a playlist. Dad played WRVA in their room nice and loud so he could hear it while he shaved and got dressed. I couldn't quite hear it until I opened my door. I remember hearing "Rhinestone Cowboy" morning after morning at about the time I was ready to go downstairs for Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16791914604898998749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026470.post-1097590399250042882004-10-12T10:13:00.000-04:002004-10-12T10:13:00.000-04:00oooooh, creepy--
Listen to the "Sideviews on the ...oooooh, creepy--<br /><br />Listen to the "Sideviews on the News with Jack Clements captures the Richmond police questioning a drunk person"--<br /><br />The John Wayne sounding cop makes a comment to the African American cab driver-- "He's drunk, boy."<br /><br />(I'm probably being hyper-sensitive, it just kindof gave me the eeks when he called the guy "boy." )<br /><br />On a tangent, didn't vjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16558120043096902186noreply@blogger.com