Blathr Wayne Lorentz

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Friday, April 26th, 2024 Alive 19,358 days

Host John Dalyʼs cigarette smoke enveloping Senator Estes Kefauver on the game show Whatʼs My Line on March 18th, 1951.

Donʼt you hate it when you go on a national television game show and the hostʼs cigarette smoke keeps blowing in your face?

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Shout out to Sony

Saturday, January 9th, 2021 Alive 18,155 days

The Art of Noise album Paranoimia

In 1986, the idea of a television that fit in your hand was so futuristic and dystopian that The Art of Noise used it in the art for an album cover.

Today, we have supercomputers in our pockets and on our wrists that can access video in real-time from any country on the planet.

What happened that itʼs not considered scary anymore?

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Friday, September 21st, 2018 Alive 17,314 days

A frame from WKRP in Cincinnati

I don't remember the bars in Cincinnati serving complimentary apple pies when I lived there.

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Sunday, July 1st, 2018 Alive 17,232 days

We all wanted to grow up to be Dr. Johnny Fever or Venus Flytrap.

We ended up being Les Nessman and Herb Tarlek.

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Rookie mistake

Sunday, October 30th, 2005 Alive 12,605 days

Sharon with her Emmy at the awards ceremony in Denver

I got this photo in the mail this week. Sharon, one of my former Summer interns recently won her first Emmy, and was so proud of her achievement, she sent me a picture of it. And her.

Her letter was brief, but gracious, grateful, and a bit gushing in her gratitude for my guidance. Iʼm not sure how much of what I did counts as “guidance” and how much was “throwing her to the wolves.”

A body bludgeoned bloody in a barrel on a barren boulevard? Send Sharon.

A gang gunfight on Grand? Send Sharon.

Mayhem on the march? Send Sharon.

She came back from a house fire once reeking of soot and ash and sweat, and I thought, “Good. She probably learned something today.”

I guess she learned enough to earn an Emmy for her work at KOAA-TV in Colorado Springs.

Ironically, in her letter she never told me exactly what story or show she won the Emmy for. If the letter had been a script she wrote for my show, I would have sent it back to her. You forgot the “Why.”

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