My husband came home one afternoon during his lunch hour to find me up on a ladder in my kitchen sanding our kitchen cabinets, with the radio turned up rather loud.
He wondered who in the world that guy on the radio was.
I told him he ought to tune in to listen to that guy in his car radio on his way back to the office.
Im sure he didnt then, but I continued listening to that guy and shortly thereafter, told my husband Rush was coming to our fair city for a Rush to Excellent Tour and I had tickets. I asked if he would like to go with me. Being a smart guy himself, said he would go, if thats what I wanted to do.
Later the same year, a local restaurant began offering lunch once a week in a room set aside for patrons, calling it a Rush Room. I asked my husband if hed like to have lunch with me, as I planned on going. Again, he said hed go as some of his friends also told him they were going to have lunch with others while listening to Rush.
Ive been a devotee of Rush ever since and pray for his recovery ever since hearing of his cancer diagnosis.
May God continue to bless Rush and may he look back on this time in the future, as he continues encourage others who are going through the same as a cancer survivor, as he has done now.
“find me up on a ladder in my kitchen sanding our kitchen cabinets, with the radio turned up rather loud.”
I’m having a “ladder/Rush” flashback, too. We moved into our house in NY in September 2000. We were going to move later in the year, but wanted to be in NY to vote against Hillary for Senate. While DH was at work, I’d be painting the walls, and I have many memories doing it on a ladder while listening to Rush.
I had listened to him since the late ‘80s, and he got me through many tasks that would have been tedious without listening to him.
I started listening to Rush in March 1990 after I saw him on C-SPAN’s Talk Radio Week. I was instantly taken by his style: making fun of liberals and having a ball.
Hadn’t known that combo since William F. Buckley was skewering the Left in National Review.
Got into Rush’s world; there were not one but four Snerdley’s: Bo Snerdley, Mervin Snerdley, Mario Snerdley, and Chin-yang Snerdley.
Then there were the Updates: animal rights, feminists, Gorbachev, gays, and the homeless (immortalizing Clarence Frogman Henry). Rush also did a Desert Storm Update that same year.
I still have a cassette of his recalling his Sacramento days when he convinced his audience that there was a satanic message in Slim Whitman’s yodeling Una Paloma Blanca when played backwards.
Then Rush’s TV show, with Katie Couric going nuts when a New York chef cut up a live lobster. He aired a vid of Hillary Clinton jitterbugging with the Congressional Women’s Caucus; she was wearing a dress & the effect was so hilarious (`body by Mack Truck and legs by Steinway’) that she switched to pantsuits soon afterward.
Is it really thirty years already? Yesterday’s broadcast was unsettling even when Rush recovered his old voice. I pray every day that he will go on being a blessing to this nation.