Welcome to my part of the Cyber Highway. As it is in real life we who tow always saves others and so it is here. Okay I finally had to give the boot to the final 3 of the honeys for money that I was considering putting to work full time at Southern Steele Media , the main issue was dependability the other was just simply knowledge. Any one who duzz not know who Gretchen Wilson or Waylon Jennings is simply is someone I want working for me and the Hazzard Knytes also agreed so out they went, so who really cares any mile? As I am purtty sure that once the want ad goes out in the area newspapers there will be plenty of babes wanting that pay so no really big deal. After all we need to build the office/studio in BlackFoot Idaho first. Which leads me to something else here. There is two other main reasons I put out the thing of the toe kissing thing just on an audition. Of the many factors involved one is if a female of course of legal age with a good margin of maturity will release her taboo inhibitions long enuff to allow that to take place. Then I have a purtty good idea that just about anything else in the area of modeling (WITH CLOTHES ON) that is asked(NO NOT PORN) will most likely be done without a bunch of coaching. Now then with all of this what is the plan? The thing is I have no serious thoughts of planting my six in eastern Idaho. That said the fact that the Hazzard Knytes are looking at buying outright CH-12 and turning that into not only a local Pocatello cable access channel but an access channel for the whole region. Since I discovered that Idaho Falls Idaho and BlackFoot as progressive as both those two cities are have no cable access channel. Even so the thing is even if we are successful in getting the station/channel who the hell says I have to live here to run it? Turn it on, get it up and going then hire others to run it and I go home to western Idaho and just come over here twice a month weather and attitude permitting. The rest of the time I can do what I do best turn a wrench and go tow. That brings me to a time and place, and why I even still am messing with this media crap. In 1980 I was fortunate or unfortunate depending on your view, to get a job driving a bull wagon(cattle hauling truck) for France Transport of Gooding Idaho. The mission this one trip was to bring stock down from higher rangeland to the lower range areas of Idaho. The plan was to meet at this stock yard in Wisdom Montana just over the Idaho/Montana border . To get there easiest or it is during the summer is through a thing called Lost Tail Pass. We all stopped in Salmon Idaho for dinner. Upon our departure from Salmon it started raining. Rain in Salmon can mean snow in the pass. It was light so we all said lets go. As we entered the middle part of the canyon it really began snowing, 2-1/2 to 3 inches an hour. Once I finally got to the stock yard in Wisdom after getting stuck 3 times, I found the diaphragm of the injector pump on that KTC 600 Cummins big diesel was shot. Which meant to get idle one had to put foot on pedal. No simple idle possible. My maximum speed all the way home was 50MPH and I had not slept. The boomerang here is this. I tried to sleep at this LDS church parking lot of an LDS ward out in the middle of BFI. So I turned on the radio. No 411 for truckers or anyone else, but I did get the Mormon Tabernacle Choir on KSL. At that point I thought is it not a shame that there is no radio or tv station, but certainly no radio station with that much juice coming out of its big stick 500 feet in the air for those trucking or going towing. That's where and when I decided to get something going on the air for those of us well trucking or going towing. Programmed and delivered by someone that had went through a hard cold pull like I had trying to snake Lost Trail Pass in winter. Someone behind the mic who really drove truck and went towing. Who would know what music to play to sooth some frazzled nerves or know what words to say to give some sort of encouragement or at least ease some stress. That's why I am in media. Its not for the women, not for anything except to give back to any who have called me to resque their disabled rig or helped me get started going towing. More about where this journey has taken me and the view through the windshield at the road ahead next time.
