Shaken, Not Stirred: Radio, repossessed. #ShakenNotStirred. A blog by Jim Bond. There’s been some talk recently about ethics in radio broadcasting, especially as it applies to news coverage. While the industry enjoys a noble past and probably a noble future, there are always ignoble examples. In my younger years I had an early morning news/talk/entertainment show with one of the…
Shaken, Not Stirred: The hug #ShakenNotStirred. A blog by Jim Bond It was such a simple gesture. Immediately forgotten by him, but one which will remain with me until my last breath. I’ve had such moments with all my children; so have you. I hope my older children will save this blog to share with Nelson in future years. He’s…
Shaken, Not Stirred: Bah! Humbug! #ShakenNot Stirred. A blog by Jim Bond. Who do you think you’re fooling? With the slow, metronomic beat of the sweep hand, your life is going to change? Once the final insults between Anderson Cooper and Kathy Griffin have been delivered and the ball drops, the champagne is uncorked, and the fireworks commence, your life…
Shaken, not stirred: Santa made a mess. #ShakenNotStirred. A blog by Jim Bond. When my oldest boys were very young, Christmas was so carefully planned it made the Invasion of Normandy appear as an impromptu event. In their mother’s family, it had long been the practice to engage someone as Santa Claus to deliver children’s gifts directly to the house…
Shaken, Not Stirred: Hotel people, part 2. #ShakenNotStirred. A blog by Jim Bond. I’ll repeat my opening statement of last week’s column: ‘Hotel People’ are a special breed – a group for whom I have enormous respect. In the early to mid 1990s I started enjoying increasing business with a rather prominent west Michigan company as an independent contractor. The…
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