I start my morning commute from my temporary abode in Monongah, West Virginia. Monongah is about 2 hours south of Pittsburgh. After you get off of the interstate at Fairmont, you drive 10 minutes on a road that runs along a creek. I often visualize driving into that creek after a freezing rain. I guess sliding would be a better word. It would be so easy. But, it is through the woods and you do get to drive past Captain Boothes grave. That is important because he haunts the damn place. If you don’t believe me, drive on out there some night at midnight. You will see him. He’ll be easy to spot…well, because he would be the ghost.
The road to Fairview each morning is not a fun drive. The road is winding and littered with pot holes and suicidal deer. Coal miners who work at Loveridge mine drive in their trucks and get right on the back of your bumper until they find a place to pass you. Oh, there really isn’t a place to pass. But, they find one and give people coming in the opposite direction heart palpitations.
Do you ever arrive somewhere and realize that you don’t remember the damn drive because you have so much on your mind? Sometimes I talk to myself. But, most of the time I listen to the Eric and Kevin Show on WVAQ in Morgantown. The sarcasm oozes daily and I like it. I have realized over the years of listening to Eric that people don’t understand sarcasm at all. They call in to his
radio show and give him a hard time. I find myself talking to the stupid people. “Good grief, stupid! He’s being sarcastic!” Sometimes a guy calls up and just “moos.” Eric calls him Cow Man. He would call Melba and ask her what is in her refrigerator. Over the years we got to know many of the regular people who called into his show. Eric would torture most of the them. What fun.
I found out today that Eric will be on the radio for the last time on Monday, after 15 years. I’m a little pissed that he didn’t talk with me about this. Oh, he has no idea who I am, but I have been listening to his show in the morning for years. His day ended at 10:00am and that’s what time I would turn off the radio. That’s when I was a stay-at-home mom and was ready for the funny farm. I had little adult conversation and listening to Eric made me feel like ranting had such purpose. His sarcasm and ramblings made my day.
Once I started working, I took Eric with me to Fairview every day. He has no idea he is with me. I don’t think he has any idea how many cars he rides in each morning. I never pay attention to the road when he is in the car with me. It takes me almost 35 minutes on that damn road each day. Now what am I going to do?
Seriously, what am I going to do? It was my sarcasm tune-up for the day. It made me ready for my fourth grade students. And all that will change. I will probably become a very boring teacher now. I won’t be able to roll my eyes effectively when I get a strange answer from them. Seriously, what the hell am I going to do?
Eric has health issues that he needs to attend to. Something about a cyst on his neck that will need surgery and he may lose his voice. Something about a severe thing with his feet. I don’t really remember, because I am more concerned about how this will affect me. In the end, Eric McGuire will be missed. Terribly.
I probably will have to call in sick Monday so I can listen to his whole broadcast. And it won’t have anything to do with the Super Bowl party I will be attending the night before. Ok, so I won’t call in sick. But, I’m going to be lost without his radio show during my daily drive. Many of us will be lost.
What is to become of us?
Wait……. Will Kevin still do the morning show? …..I like Kevin…… Kevin can ride with me in the morning.