Jim McLean's Profile
So satisfied was I with a drink of water once that I said "Thank you" in my own way and the faceless reply that came back changed the direction of my life.
It happened one hot afternoon not too long ago in West Lafayette, Indiana, when, overcome as if by thirst, I shifted the Farm truck down to first and stopped beside The Elliott Hall of Music, to go in for a drink of water.
My initial encounter therewithin was with a case of stairs so dim that down them I tumbled. Landing none the worse for wear near a sink I hand-scooped a good, long drink then pulled out my harmonica and "wrote" a slew of Thank-You notes right on the air—"¡*☮♫#♡!"—to no one, I thought, but the hall's tile walls.
But a voice shot back: “You should take that down the hall to the radio station.”
So I did...
- Joined August 27, 2009