My story? I worked for 25+ years in radio and commercial production and now I'm helping out around my sister and brother-in-law's historic dairy farm near my hometown in South Central Pennsylvania - not far from Gettysburg (the market for radio jobs is terrible in this economy, and currently my my main job is doing independent voice over/commercials - nationally - from my bedroom)!
The craziest thing? I LOVE this dairy farming thing, what relatively little I'm actually doing (compared with Joe, my brother-in-law, who is the ACTUAL dairy farmer around here).
Like many kids who got into radio in the 1980's - or at any time, really - I'm a little bit crazy; I tend to like things other people don't.
Like getting really, really dirty.
Have you ever cleaned up a milking parlor after 80 heifers have gone through being milked, after having spent all day grazing on grass? Grass tends to loosen the....yeah.
But me? God I love it!
Working in the sheltered and nearly sterile world of radio, one never gets dirty. Unless one spills a Gingerbread Latte on oneself, or a piece of pizza slips off one's plate and onto one's lap, or something similar, radio is extremely clean.
And boring in that regard.
So join me as I chronicle some of my experiences on a historic dairy farm (est. 1847).
I'll post pics, videos, and stories as I go along in this adventure.
Thanks for checking out the blog!
