Dave spent the last 14 years waking up Sacramento. Before that, Dave's done time in New York, Philly, Minneapolis, Denver, DC and...Is this boy on the lam or what? Now, he's shuffled down the Valley to start things up with all that great soft rock and the most fun you can have with your radio on. Turn it on first thing every day to join in. You never can tell what'll happen on this guy's show until it happens. In fact, Dave's not really sure what just happened 'til it already did. It IS very early. Just the cows and Dave up at this hour. Come on, belly up to our breakfast table. It's always a good time!
I was born and raised in Portland, Oregon and grew up with hippie parents that sold my brother and sister to the Gypsies and we lived in a VW Van - o.k. KIDDING! My husband Craig and I love to eat, camp, fish, eat, watch t.v., go to movies, eat, BBQ, hang out with friends, and did I say eat? We love to travel and we enjoy meeting new people and trying new things! It seems we are always trying to eat healthier and get active - I want to come to terms with fact I will never get back to my original weight - let's face it 7lbs and 6oz is not very realistic. Wake up with Dave and I and we'll have fun in the mornings and then spend your workday with me - I promise I will help make it go by faster with all of your favorite Soft Rock Music!
Heading out to the Little League game this weekend? We discovered a poem that we shared on the air this morning (5/17) which expresses so much, so well.
The sun on your skin, the smell of the grass, the crack of the bat...all wonderful parts of a day at the ballpark, soaking up the excitement when your kid is playin' the game. But sometimes, some of us can go over the edge and misbehave and spoil what SHOULD be the All-American family experience. What SHOULD be a fun time can go all ugly if we forget what it's supposed to be all about.
Here's a poem which has been posted at Little League parks all over the country...
HE'S JUST A LITTLE BOY
He stands at the plate with his heart pounding fast.
The bases are loaded, the die has been cast.
Mom and Dad cannot help him, he stands all alone.
A hit at this moment would send his team home.
The ball meets the plate, he swings and he missed.
There's a groan from the crowd, with some boos and some hisses.
A thoughtless voice cries, "Strike out the bum."
Tears fill his eyes, the game's no longer fun.
So open up your heart and give him a break,
for it's moments like this, a man you can make.
Keep this in mind when you hear someone forget,
He is just a little boy, and not a man yet.
Mom, dad, have fun at the game... (Pic from wordpress.com)