I’m rarely without something to say.           

            But today, I am.

            Here’s what my somewhat silent day has been about.  I’ve done a story for Promo magazine about our honest-to-god, wild and uniquely positioned organization.  I was moved to put together a list of what I thought were the best of blues, r&b, rock and bawdy bar tunes starting from the 20’s and stretching all the way to the turn of this brand new century.  I did it for a possible new client who loves the art of sound as much as I do and with whom I really consider a new friend.  I was allowed to be thrilled senseless by hearing from a whole lot of people with whom I’ve lost touch-and they found me again. They found me by reading the articles that have come out about us.  And they envy me.  And they’re exceedingly interested in my connection with all of you.  I also got to talk to Brett for an hour.  More importantly, I got to really listen to Brett.  I got to talk to Richie McD about the future-which looks amazing and bright and right because Richie is amazing and bright and right.  I got to hear about the beginnings of TimeZoneSun and why it exists.  I got to look again at the work we’re about to present to Crocs and stare and shake my head yes at what fantastic thinking looks like.  I got to meet David from NZ.  He’s on his way to Indy to take pictures of a Nascar.  And I can’t wait for him to come back so I can buy him a patty melt at Mary’s Diner and talk baseball.  David is here at a supernatural time when both of Chicago’s baseball teams-The Cubs and The White Sox-are both in the playoffs for the first time since 1906.
            What I got to do is reaffirm why I’m here. At TimeZoneOne.  With all of you.

            Everyday is a crossroad.  Every morning I get to choose what I already have and what else I’d like to have.  Every afternoon, I get to wonder if where I am is the place to be-and of course it always is.  And when darkness sets in and the night takes over, I get to hope that I get to do it all over again.    

            I guess it’s not that I have nothing to say.

            It’s that I have too much to say and my mouth hasn’t caught up.

            I guess today, my head has moved down the road but my mouth is hanging out back there, somewhere.

            It’s 4:16pm.  The bottom of the 8th inning.  The score is 6 to 3, Tampa Bay. Go White Sox.

Lor Gold