At left, Talk Show Host Extraordinaire Deb Goodrich. She rules!
Leave it to an idiot like me to become completely melodramatic about a simple radio interview. To be honest, I was overcome by nausea from the nervousness, and was pacing around the room during the entire segment.
And magically, when the interview was over, I said to myself, "Hey, I don't think I was all that terrible."
Most of the credit for that, of course, goes to Deb. She's very good at her craft, and made me feel right at home: a difficult thing to do, since I'm usually a jittery mess. We talked about blogging, guns, and life in the police department. I even had a caller! It was the most fun I've ever had, and I cannot thank Deb and her husband Tom enough for the opportunity.
Since I wasn't sure if there would be a podcast to download, I had the missus tape it on a tape recorder - yeah, the pinnacle of 1960's technology - so at least the hard copy is out there. You just have to come to Philly to hear it; at least until I figure out how to put it on the computer.
So there it is. I survived and am feeling pretty good about myself. Feel free to attack and critique my appearance in 4 . . 3 . . 2 . .