Thank you so much to CHFI listener Terry Doyle for this simply amazing caricature of Rob and me. It couldn't sum up more perfectly where we are and where we're headed as we get set to begin our new lives in Victoria, BC.
Here it is. I'm writing this in the hours before one of the biggest days of my radio career - one that has been 35 years in the making.
Where to begin? How about at 2 am yesterday when I woke up and realized that the lovely, rich dinner we'd enjoyed with friends just five or six hours earlier wanted to make a return appearance. And, oh, it did! So I battled this awful sequel all day yesterday. I hope it was something I ate: the thought of having shaken that many hands and hugged that many people at Yonge and Dundas yesterday, if I am sick...not good, Davis. You don't need to be remembered that way!
Four more shows: only three in the studio and then the final breakfast show broadcast from Casa Loma on Thursday. I'll dedicate the rest of this week to just how things are going - both inside and around me - but today, a long overdue journal about a very special little boy.
There's no Audio Journal today and you'll see why in a moment. And for you, if you said you could almost hear Joy's voice as you read yesterday's journal, yes, there's an audio version most every day, so please enjoy it. I love to do them and hope you enjoy them, too.
First, though, this happened yesterday.
I want to introduce you to one of the many, many listeners who will stay with me in my heart, long after I've turned off the microphone from Casa Loma one week today and finished the morning show on CHFI for the last time. Her name is Joy. And how we met is appropriate.
Yikes - this week has gotten crazybusy already! After yesterday's show, we were off to Newmarket to get a tooth drilled (mine, not Rob's) at my dentist's other office. I was lucky to get in before we go.
And we're back! Flew in after two weeks away (our trip agenda made it difficult to return before yesterday) and now we're down to eight shows.
Eight more 3:30 am alarms. Eight remaining chances to share more laughs in the first half hour of a show than most people get to have all day. Eight more times to somehow express my gratitude and love for you, for being there for so many of the mornings I've been at CHFI since 1988, and even before that at other stations, if that's the case.