I can imagine the bygone days; it is Sunday evening, 8 o'clock and the knob switches on with a hard click, more of a crack, we allow the vacuum tubes warm up as we gather around to watch our radio set. Then, coming into our home through the ether, it is a familiar voice: "Welcome ladies and gentleman and all the ships at sea. You are listening to 'Sunday Night Talk' from the studios of KCOU on the immaculate campus of the University of Missouri in Columbia.
Our hosts for the next 2 hours are our son Grant and his roommate Carson, along with sidekick Eric.
Actually, we just upgraded our radio set and ditched the vacuum tubes and crackly radio voices, and now get streaming audio over the internet - but you already guessed that. As you my recall from the previous week's show, Carson was talking about his Mom in Chicago and threw out the off-handed remark, that "we should get all of our Moms to call in sometime." Grant's mom chuckled at the the thought, but expected the 'shoot from the hip' style of Sunday Night Talk would never get around to organizing all the moms for a show. This past Sunday (September 15), the phone of Grant's mom chimes at 7 and she see that it is her son calling. "Mom, we need you to call in to KCOU during our on-air break around 8:45 tonight to be on our show, you need to say a little bit about yourself and then share an embarrassing story about me. OK? Thanks, I got to go, we're in a planning meeting right now." Apparently, such is campus radio.
When her cue came up, Sue called in as Mom #1, and shared the story of Grant vomiting through the foyer and leaving a foul and slimy trail into the bathroom of the high class Eismann Center, where his Dad had just danced during the party scene in the Christmas time performance of The Nutcracker. The long and faithful readers of this blog may recall this episode being documented as the very first blog on this very site some years ago [Archives: Sunesonscenes December 2006].
cut & paste:
http://sunesonscenes.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html
Grant added some of the details from his perspective; about how the first wave of nausea hit just as he was to exit the plush auditorium, splashing the doors in his hurry to exit, the second bout followed swiftly dowsing the rich, thick carpet in the foyer. As he dashed across the lobby into the men's room, he aimed for the trash receptacle set into the wall, but missing that opening, he left most of his mashed potatoes dripping from the wall next to the paper towels. That was my son's review of my debut ballet performance and providing a classic tale for the Christmas season. A midst much on-air guffawing within the studio, Eric then requested, "Don't stop with just that one, what else do you have on Grant?" Mom let him down gently with a follow-up "cute" story about the strong sense of justice in the young Grant, telling of finding him a bit teary with his nose planted against the wall in the time-out corner, self-imposed punishment for some infraction of which only he was aware. Some years later, when it was time to repaint the wall, there was a noticeable smudge about 3-feet above the floor where several time-outs had been served, some of them tearfully self-imposed and all served with great and sincere remorse.
The other moms both contributed "throwing up stories", taking their cue from Sue. Eric barfed on a flight, covering the seats in front of him and sprinkling vomit up and down the aisle - the stewardess was of no help. Terry told of Carson coming home from a party in high school and nearly fouling the hair of his visiting cousin who was sleeping on his bedroom floor. Carson thought it was a wonderful segment of the show, allowing as to how it turned out better than he had hoped.
The show moved on to other topics, but now the truth is out there - and so much more, TMI.
That's a wrap.
Our hosts for the next 2 hours are our son Grant and his roommate Carson, along with sidekick Eric.
Actually, we just upgraded our radio set and ditched the vacuum tubes and crackly radio voices, and now get streaming audio over the internet - but you already guessed that. As you my recall from the previous week's show, Carson was talking about his Mom in Chicago and threw out the off-handed remark, that "we should get all of our Moms to call in sometime." Grant's mom chuckled at the the thought, but expected the 'shoot from the hip' style of Sunday Night Talk would never get around to organizing all the moms for a show. This past Sunday (September 15), the phone of Grant's mom chimes at 7 and she see that it is her son calling. "Mom, we need you to call in to KCOU during our on-air break around 8:45 tonight to be on our show, you need to say a little bit about yourself and then share an embarrassing story about me. OK? Thanks, I got to go, we're in a planning meeting right now." Apparently, such is campus radio.
When her cue came up, Sue called in as Mom #1, and shared the story of Grant vomiting through the foyer and leaving a foul and slimy trail into the bathroom of the high class Eismann Center, where his Dad had just danced during the party scene in the Christmas time performance of The Nutcracker. The long and faithful readers of this blog may recall this episode being documented as the very first blog on this very site some years ago [Archives: Sunesonscenes December 2006].
cut & paste:
http://sunesonscenes.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html
Grant added some of the details from his perspective; about how the first wave of nausea hit just as he was to exit the plush auditorium, splashing the doors in his hurry to exit, the second bout followed swiftly dowsing the rich, thick carpet in the foyer. As he dashed across the lobby into the men's room, he aimed for the trash receptacle set into the wall, but missing that opening, he left most of his mashed potatoes dripping from the wall next to the paper towels. That was my son's review of my debut ballet performance and providing a classic tale for the Christmas season. A midst much on-air guffawing within the studio, Eric then requested, "Don't stop with just that one, what else do you have on Grant?" Mom let him down gently with a follow-up "cute" story about the strong sense of justice in the young Grant, telling of finding him a bit teary with his nose planted against the wall in the time-out corner, self-imposed punishment for some infraction of which only he was aware. Some years later, when it was time to repaint the wall, there was a noticeable smudge about 3-feet above the floor where several time-outs had been served, some of them tearfully self-imposed and all served with great and sincere remorse.
The other moms both contributed "throwing up stories", taking their cue from Sue. Eric barfed on a flight, covering the seats in front of him and sprinkling vomit up and down the aisle - the stewardess was of no help. Terry told of Carson coming home from a party in high school and nearly fouling the hair of his visiting cousin who was sleeping on his bedroom floor. Carson thought it was a wonderful segment of the show, allowing as to how it turned out better than he had hoped.
The show moved on to other topics, but now the truth is out there - and so much more, TMI.
That's a wrap.
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