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Me at about 20 years old, looking back over my shoulder from the oldest radio control room most people have ever seen - in Red Deer, Alberta.

Reverse Mentorships Make Perfect Sense

Memories of my early days in radio are a bit like a game of whack-a-mole. One vivid recollection will pop up and then, months later, that one will have been “whacked” and something else will emerge. I attribute this to a combination of heavy beer drinking back then, and those days being so darn long ago.

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Teacher in front of a blackboard teaching a lesson, gesturing toward students sitting at their desks.

A Lifetime of Learning

The beginning of a new school year always makes me think of warm clothes like long sweaters and stiff cords. I remember an ugly belted sweater I wore until it practically disintegrated. And the sound of corduroys brushing against themselves as I walked quickly down the hallway at South Lincoln High School. You wanted to move fast because the Hare brothers, Craig Nelson and Jerald Collens were standing at the end of the hall. With folded arms they silently judged the girls rounding the corner to history class or the gym. You had to pass by, there was no way around it.

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