So here we are, the day before another election and I’m finally writing one of these posts. I usually try to write it before the advance polls, but the advance polls were mostly across Easter weekend and I was gone for Easter. Plus, for this election, there aren’t great accessible voting options for anyone who’s blind. Provincial elections have them, municipal elections have them, but the federal elections can’t get it together, and they barely try.
Here are the list of voting options at the polls:
you can bring a friend to help you vote or you can get a poll worker to help you vote.
they do have large print ballots, but no braille.
there’s the good old braille template, which consists of a piece of metal with braille numbers that must be lined up with the ballot properly. Oo oo, if you show up on election day, which is exactly when most folks who might need a little extra help are least likely to go vote, you can get a braille list of candidates with the numbers that are on the metal template thing. But if you show up in advance, no braille list for you.
Signature guides, magnifiers with lights and screens to help with glare.
I swear I saw the same old thing about allowing people to use their phone as an accessibility device, but I can’t find it.
And that’s it, that’s all. It’s not nothing, but notice that a lot of those help out folks with low vision. But all someone with no vision really has is “We’ll help you” or “your friend can help you.” Even if I do the template thing, I still need all the stuff read off, and I need them to line up the ballot properly.
Once again, when we went to vote in advance, we expressed disappointment that the municipalities and the province have got it together, so it’s sad that the federal elections can’t manage it. We got told a bunch of excuses about how they couldn’t possibly manage it for the whole country. Garbage! Purchase the machines, make them available, program them, end of story. They’ve been around for 19 years. Figure it out! I’m sure the company who makes them would be happy to sell them.
So instead, we had to watch as poll workers hoped our friend who drove us to the poll would help us vote, and then when we said no, they agreed to help us. They were reasonably friendly, but it still felt crappy to have to hope it was lined up correctly and have no way of confirming it. So we voted last week, at least we tried to.
For anyone who hasn’t voted yet, please vote tomorrow. If you never got your voter card, you can check where your polling station is by going to Elections Canada and entering your postal code. It does this weird thing where it slaps the map to the polling station over the page so you have to close it to read the name of the station, but it is there. It basically says at this point, the only way to vote is to go to your designated polling station and vote tomorrow.
It’s been a while since I’ve written one of these. Somehow, I’ve still been babbling lots in the night, so here’s another batch of what in the world is Carin talking about in her sleep?
First, I said in the last one that I’d gotten a new mask and I was hoping for some peace for Steve. I don’t know what was up with this mask but it didn’t seem to fit as well as usual, so it wasn’t long before we had more jabber.
I’ll cut her a little slack on this one because of the sinus medicine she was on, but last night Carin woke me up three times with some variation of “No! Stop! A huge mistake has been made! Something is way out of line here! I must fix it right away! It’ll be quick! I promise!”
I’m pretty sure she wanted to shut her machine off, because she was trying to get up or at least move her body in its direction every time.
Thankfully she was easy to talk down. Just had to put an arm on her and ask what was wrong. As usual, she couldn’t really tell me.
I can’t remember if it was the second or third one, but she also made a strange “eeeeeeeee” noise that I don’t think I’ve heard her make before and that I can’t possibly do justice to in writing.
I have no idea what was out of line, but the weird part is my only memory is of him putting an arm on me and asking me what’s wrong. And I only remember that happening twice. I felt the arm and thought “Oh crap what have I done now?” The second time, I thought “Again? How much time has passed between the last one?” But I have no recollection of the third one. Steve says it all happened within about 3 hours.
Carin says she was having nightmares last night, but the one time I heard her talking it seemed like she was having a good bit of fun.
Carin: *unintelligible mumbling* “hahahaha. Yeah. Whatever happened to that kid’s face…”
Me: “What?”
Carin: “Oh nothing. Seems my head is dreaming itself off about something or other.”
There was about a month of peace and quiet, and then…
Carin (talking to…someone): “Oh yeah, for sure. It was just like the time when somebody did something really stupid. Remember that really stupid thing that happened?”
Me (awakening to this conversation): “Who did something stupid?”
Carin: “I’m pretty sure it was me, and I don’t think it happened.”
And then another month until…
“I guess I’ll just keep pulling on this. I’m so deeply involved that I feel I must.”
Your guess is as good as mine.
Once again, I have 0 clue and 0 memory. I don’t know what was up with my sleep that night.
“There is some good news, everyone. the guy that they turned on stupidly is ok. What happened was…what happened was…what happened was…nothing hap hap hap hap happa happa happened to him.”
Whenever I read that one, I can’t stop laughing. Although he also said I started yelling something and then apologized in my sleep. I truly am very annoying once I travel to the land of Nod. And the annoying continues with…
Carin: “Please! Hold on! Stop! For goodness sake! Will someone please listen to me!”
Me: “What’s going on?”
Carin: “Someone was about to trip over a big long tangly cord!”
When he described this one to me, it was like I was full on screaming. And according to the dates on this, I was not done that night because I unleashed this one:
“Yeah. It was going eeeeeeeeee! Eeeeeeeeee! Eeeeeeeeeee! A bit like that other thing, but it was very strange.”
She did not elaborate.
I’m always filled with dread when the morning starts with “Do you remember what you were dreaming that made you say…?”
Thankfully, after that, there was no captured chatter for a month and a half or so. And then…
Not sure what got into Carin the other night, but 3 or was it 4 times I awoke to her babbling about something or other and either flopping around like a sleepy fish or getting ready to shut off the machine. I never managed to catch enough of what she was saying to write any of it down, but there still ended up being a decent story in the end.
I wake up to some chatting and to her starting to roll and lean so she can hit her button. I do the thing where I put an arm on her since it often calms her down. She stops talking and freezes in mid movement for a few seconds. How long is she going to stay like that, I wonder to myself. Then, all of a sudden, she says “Squish!” and melts back onto the bed. Didn’t hear a peep out of her for the rest of the evening.
I don’t know if this is written down, but another time, Steve said I started jabbering and he put his arm on me and I made a sound like I was powering down. It was as if whatever word I was saying just came to a stop and started being spoken with a descending pitch. So weird.
Carin, not long after we both had started to fall asleep: “I’m a stupidface!”
Me: “Why are you a stupidface?”
Carin: “Because I’m stupid!”
Me: “Why are you stupid?”
Carin: “Because my feet are cold.”
Me: “How does that make you stupid?”
Carin: “Well…it’s like…because…it’s just…I keep dreaming a bunch of strange stuff.”
Me: “You’re sleeping, aren’t you?”
She then comes to enough to realize she’s in trouble and starts laughing. At least that’s what it seemed like.
For the record, her feet were freezing.
I think maybe I can explain this one…ish. I went to bed feeling kind of dumb. My belly was a bit unsettled and I was cursing myself for not having Rolaids or something on hand to help with that, and even when I was all bundled up, my feet would not get warm and I hadn’t gotten up to put on slippers, and I think I’d caught a hair in my mask, and I had this new song by the Wolves of Glendale in my head about somebody’s parents being ashamed of him and he’d just turned 33. And I guess that’s what my sleep brain came up with.
We had about a month and a bit of quiet, and then I came out with this weird one.
“Oh man, there’s that weird sound again.”
“What weird sound?”
“The one that comes with all of the fake songs!”
Pretty sure Carin caught herself talking last night and let her own self have it. I woke up to something like “Wait! What was that? I just heard it oh shut up you weirdo!” And then she stopped and kept sleeping like nothing had happened.
This one makes me laugh every time I read it.
“Oh good god!”, whispered Carin after midnight last night.
Before I had a chance to think much about why she may have done this, she began to sing. “All I really need is a light in my face…”
She came to part way through the serenade, but can’t decide if the light she thought she was seeing in the window was real or a dream.
Sometimes I do wake up and feel like there’s a light shining on me. Sometimes I get really freaked out because we’re way up high. Where the hell could the light be coming from? Just when I start to think about getting up to investigate, it’s gone. I guess this time I decided to sing about it.
And then I got a new mask and didn’t say a word until…
I got quite the welcome to bed last night.
“SON OF A BITCH!”, screamed Carin as I walked into the room. “I’ve got a right mess to fix here.”
“You do?”, I asked, suddenly much more awake.
“I sure do,” she said.
She was half way sitting up, playing with her sleep mask the way that she does when there’s no real problem.
“I don’t think you do,” I told her.
“I do too!”, she emphatically assured me.
“No, you don’t,” I countered.
“but but I do!”
“Ok,” I said as I walked closer to her. “What needs fixing?”
She thought. Then she thought some more.
“Hubbidda buh,” she finally answered. “I guess nothing.”
And we all slept happily ever after, or at least until the alarm went off.
Me, as Carin is sitting up: “What are you doing?”
Carin: “I’m waiting for something to fix.”
Me: “What’s broken?”
Carin, *grabs my hand and puts it on her sleep mask*: “This little fella right here!”
Me: “It looks fine to me.”
Carin: “I guess nothing’s wrong. I made a mistake. Sorry.”
*falls back asleep*
Carin, as I finished doing my best to get back into bed after almost tripping over Domino who decided that the one little path to my side was a better sleeping spot than his bed, which is right next to it: “Don’t worry. It’s not hooked up to the point where it’s going to go all kerpow! It doesn’t have all its pluggy inny things. that would be different.”
The actual noise she made was much funnier than kerpow, but I’m not sure it can be spelled using our existing letters.
This last one makes me giggle because I have a friend who wonders if I talk all the time in sound effects. Apparently, I even do it in my sleep.
“It’s so much more fun to imagine all the ships there. I like that a lot better.”
I wish I could remember what made me dream that. Was I on a cruise?
I think Carin might have been dreaming about moving furniture last night.
“Alright everyone…go! Go go go go, and…stop. Ok, now go. Ok stop. Set it there.”
I feel like she said something else funny while this was happening, but I was half asleep and am having trouble remembering.
Again I have no idea.
“Look out look out look out look out look out!”, yelled Carin as she flailed about while I tried to roll over. “The giant sheet is still there on the scoob bed. The one from when we took a snooze.”
“There’s nothing on the bed that shouldn’t be here,” I told her.
“Well. I guess I don’t know what the heck I’m talking about then.”
She didn’t say that last bit as if she was annoyed that I didn’t believe her. It sounded like ok then, I was wrong. Never mind.
And “scoob bed” is just my best guess, of course. But that’s definitely what it sounded like.
Good god. Once again, I break your sleep. Scoob bed, eh? I’ve heard Domino described as looking like Scooby Doo, but since I was talking about our bed, I have no idea. I did this one just after getting back from a trip to Anaheim. I wonder how much of this crap I did while I was away on the trip. Thankfully, I was in my own room.
I gave us a month of peace and then…
“It’s a wrap, so it’s wrapped. It’s different from all the others. It goes this way and that way. It’s up, it’s down. It goes fshfshfshfshfsh, fshfshfshfshfshfshfshfsh … toomf.”
Surprisingly there were no hand actions to go along with whatever this was.
Did she drop a sandwich? That would explain the toomf, but why would a sandwich go fshfshfsh?
First kerpow, now fsh fsh toomf. The sound effects continue.
And Steve hasn’t had a chance to write this one down, but apparently I Niagara tagged him the other night. I woke him up by exclaiming that there’s a problem. Of course there was no problem, but I was insistent. I grabbed his hand and said there was a problem right here and put it on my chin. Of course there was nothing wrong, but I told him to “Look again!” He said that my mask looked fine, and I said no, and tapped my chin again with his hand. He said “That’s your chin, and what is the problem?” In a deep, cynister voice I said “A hole!” And that’s when I woke up and heard him say, “No. That’s your chin. There’s no hole.” and I went “Oh!” and went back to sleep.
Maybe my theory about the mask isn’t as good as I thought. Look at the string of jabber I’ve done since getting the last one. Sure, I went for almost two months without babbling, but it’s still pretty bad.
I think it’s weird. Whenever I remember my dreams, those are the ones where I don’t talk. But there’s all these other ones where I have no idea. I almost wish I could remember those ones too.
And that’s a wrap for this edition of Carin babbles in her sleep and disturbs Steve over and over again. Hopefully the next one will take longer to put together.
Whether or not you truly are owed a free cookie, I understand putting up a bit of a fight for it if you think you are. Hell, it’s McDonald’s. They can afford to give you one even if you’re wrong. But this seems juuuuuust a tad overboard, no?
Hendricks, a fast food manager herself it turns out, went before a judge Friday afternoon.
Police say an upset Hendricks thought she was “entitled to a free cookie.”
Hendricks was given the free cookie, but continued to argue, workers said.
The next thing McDonald’s workers see is that Hendricks allegedly:
“Has a handgun while she’s in the drive-thru so they call 911,” officer Michelle Montalvo said.
The report says a worker “sees Hendricks insert a magazine into the handgun and rack the slide” then hears “clicking sounds associated with someone chambering a round.”
The report said Hendricks did “point the firearm towards the drive-thru window.”
One worker said he could “see down the barrel of the firearm.”
It didn’t end there.
According to the report, Hendricks left the drive-thru, parked her car, forced her way inside as someone tried to lock her out and got into a bit of a scrap with an employee who wound up with scratches on his neck and face.
I would have suggested giving her another cookie, but that worked surprisingly poorly the first time.
I have no idea what finally convinced her to leave, but police arrested her a block away from the restaurant. she was charged with battery, resisting arrest, and aggravated assault with a deadly weapon.
A couple of things before I finish this up and hit post.
Since when does McDonald’s give out free cookies? Is that an American thing? Up here I think they only have the charity ones, and those you obviously have to pay for.
I wish they had said which restaurant this woman managed. I’ll bet it’s Burger King. Burger King can always be counted on to make a day violently worse.
Apparently, this is the newest Tansy favourite, so I had to put it up here. It sort of fits with some of her other ones.
Sadly, that soundtrack is the last Tansy favourite song that we’re going to get, because she crossed over the rainbow bridge last month. It happened on March 14, but it has taken me almost a month to sit down and write a post about her. I wanted to be able to do her justice.
the last post I wrote about her had some warnings that the end was near. As the winter progressed, I was trying to check in often without being super annoying. I was always thinking about her, but I would only ask every so often.
I was at the CSUN conference in March, and I sent our family friend a random message joking about how last year at this time, I was staying with Tansy’s puppy raisers and we all had a crazy phone call where her dogs went nuts at the end. I hoped Tansy and everyone were doing well. It was then that he asked when I was getting back from the conference. When I saw that question, a chill went through me. Something was wrong. I said I would be back Saturday morning. He asked when we could talk, and we arranged a time.
It was then that I found out that Tansy’s mouth pain and arthritis had gotten worse, and the shot wasn’t doing what it used to. Apparently she was starting to fall while trying to climb the stairs, and eating was getting hard. That poor dog loved to bounce and eat. So they had made the decision to have the vet come to the house and bring her suffering to an end on Friday, March 14.
Even though this made logical sense, it broke my heart. It broke my heart that this seemingly immortal dog had reached her end, and it broke my heart that I was away, so couldn’t possibly dream of being there for her now. I had told myself that the chances were slim that I would be able to be with her at the end because of how far away she was from me, but there was always a small part of me that thought maybe, if we knew it was coming and I could plan, maybe I could be there. The reality was that was not happening.
It sounds like her last day was a very peaceful one, involving a short stroll, lots of treats including a pup cup from Starbucks, and many snuggles. She made it to almost 14 years old, which is pretty darn impressive.
Tansy has been a huge part of my life. She bounded into it in 2013 when I hardly knew where anything was in this town, and guided me all the way into 2022 when she retired. I think she was starting to think about retiring in 2020, but pandemics can do a good job of taking one’s plans and smashing them to bits. Out of all my guide dogs, I think she has been the best so far. She had so much raw energy, and had this uncanny ability to take all that energy and use it for good while working. She knew her way around places better than I did sometimes, and didn’t mind telling me so. She was not upset by getting things wrong, and doing it again until we got it right. She also would nudge people out of our way without a second thought!
But as soon as that harness came off, she unleashed an absolute maniac! That dog could jump and fly like nothing I’ve ever seen! Poor Steve was always worried about carrying hot things out of the kitchen for fear Tansy would take one of her flying leaps at the exact wrong time. It took us a while to run across another dog who could match Tansy’s level of bananas, and then as Tansy got older, she was the one telling other dogs to tone it down.
As wild and crazy as she was, she was also very sensitive. She did not like it if I ever got mad. She would start sniffing at me and running around me, and if I got too upset, she would just run away. That would break my heart.
She was very in tune with other people too. There was the time I was visiting my stepgrandpa at the hospice, and someone else asked me if I’d let his mother, another patient, pet Tansy. I was so nervous that she would go nuts and somehow break this poor old woman, but Tansy was super gentle and was the best snuggler. I don’t know how many times I was worried she would jump on my grandma, or others who were fragile for all kinds of reasons, but she never did.
Then there were the other people where she would hold nothing back. As soon as I gave her the ok, she would kick it up a notch. They loved it, so it was all good. But it showed that she figured people out.
She loved music like no other dog. This is why we have found four hours of her favourite songs. She would reliably dance to certain songs and it was so adorable.
She brought people together and was unforgettable. Everybody who ever met her loved her, and there are people who still ask about her.
I could go on forever, but I think you get the point. You could always stroll down Tansy memory lane. There is much to remember about Shmans.
And while we’re at it, we need to say so long to a contemporary of hers. Steve’s great aunt’s dog also passed away about a week after Shmans. She was around for many many years. Since she was a few months older than Tansy, she was around even when Trix was here. She used to tear around with Tansy, and tried to keep up with Domino. Trix probably never romped with her because of her fear of other doggies. She was the dog that Tansy was playing with when I did an ungraceful flip, flop and fly in the little fenced in area. They definitely enjoyed each other’s company.
Shmans, Shmandaloop, the bear, the mule, you were a very special one. There’s a big hole in the universe without you in it. I’m so glad you got a couple of fun years to just do all the things, make all the friends, sniff to your heart’s content. Even though I couldn’t be there at the end, I’m just glad you had loving people to make that hard decision and be there to help you through it.
I’m not going to slag this woman too much for being taken in by the there is a problem with your computer, please contact support scam. I’ve had to bail a couple of nervous people out of that thing in my day. Thankfully they were smart enough to call me instead of the number on the screen and I was able to teach them how task manager works so that the browser would close and take the stupid message with it. But I can certainly understand why a person who knows nothing about technology might fall for something threatening like that and make the call. But once you hear what they want you to do and how much of it? Bro, get a clue!
Investigators say the woman received a message on her computer that claimed to be from Microsoft technical support.
They say she then proceeded to contact the number on the email and was instructed by a male on the telephone to purchase $15,000 in Apple gift cards in order to fix the problem.
Investigators say the woman went to three different businesses and purchased $5,000 worth of the gift cards from each business.
They say she then provided the PIN number to the male on the phone.
$15,000! Who owns a home computer that costs $15,000!? And that’s just out of the box! Forget that as soon as you hook it up and turn it on, it immediately begins being worth less than that! Even my computer, with the specialized screen reader and OCR programs, doesn’t come close to $15,000! Carin and I bought two computers a few years back that didn’t cost nearly that much combined!
Here’s a little friendly advice from your pal Steve. Unless that computer has state secrets on it, if someone ever quotes you 15 grand for repairs, hang up on that person, walk out of his shop or even throw him out of your house with force if need be. Then go somewhere else and buy a new one. You’ll easily hack at least one 0 off your price tag, with no shifty running around town to clandestinely buy gift certificates like you’re in a shitty spy movie required.
Update: There’s a second major problem here, of course. Carin pointed it out once she was done being floored by the cost, a stage I apparently never reached. If the message is from *Microsoft*, why do you have to buy *Apple* gift cards to fix it?
Sometimes, little kids are a little too honest. Get Carin to tell you her surprise blueberries story sometime if she hasn’t already. Or there’s the time I walked proudly into the house on my dad’s birthday, handed him the present in my hand and said “Happy birthday, dad! Here’s your hammer! Mom’s coming in with your shoes in a minute!”
Both of those examples, I’m sure you would agree, were not youngsters at their most helpful and it would have been a whole lot better for everyone if Carin and I had shut the hell up. But I do hope that if either of us had been presented with the chance to be totally honest that this little dude was given that we would not have shut the hell up. Great work, kid. Don’t ever change, even if at least one person might wish you would.
Whitley County sheriff’s deputies, Williamsburg police and Kentucky State Police were trying to serve Hicks with “multiple outstanding warrants for her arrest,” the sheriff’s office said.
No adult family members were willing to say whether or not Hicks was in the house, the sheriff’s office said.
That’s when the toddler “stood up, put his hands on his hips, and stated ‘It is good to be honest … we shouldn’t lie, she is inside the room next to the bathroom!’” the sheriff’s office said.
Deputies found Hicks there, and she was served with two outstanding Whitley County circuit indictment warrants charging her with possession of meth and drug paraphernalia, as well as four other outstanding district court warrants.
Police said that in spite of his being a total stoolie, the child was in no danger of being abused at the home where he was visiting family at the time of the incident, so no action was taken to remove him.
Cambridge man arrested for hate-motivated attack on bus: WRPS
It’s not just the headline. the entire story is written in such a way as to suggest that this person was attacking a bus. The photo at the top is of a bus. The only other person we’re ever told about is the busdriver. And in the end, homeboy kicks the bus. So either this was an attack on a bus or CTV needs to tighten things up. Who can say?
Waterloo regional police have arrested a Cambridge man after what they say was a hate-motivated attack on a Grand River Transit Bus.
Officers were called to the area of Wilson Avenue and Kingsway Drive in Kitchener around 11 a.m. on Tuesday.
Police say the man was verbally abusing the victim, making racial comments, and making “assaultive gestures” before the bus driver intervened.
The man allegedly tried to hit the driver too before getting kicked off the bus. Once he was off, he kicked the bus and caused damage to it.
The 31-year-old man is facing two counts of assault and mischief under $5,000.
Viral video sparks debate about shopping cart etiquette
Not sure what the debate is here. Put your fuckin’ cart back when you’re done with it, ya lazy cunt is literally the only correct answer to this so-called conundrum. If you’re healthy enough to take it out, traipse around the store with it and then get it out to the parking lot and load your purchases into the car, you’re healthy enough to take the 20 seconds required to walk it to the corral.
And don’t give me any of this “think of the children!” crap, either.
“I’m not getting my groceries into my car, getting my children into the car, and then leaving them in the car to go return the cart,” Leslie Dobson said in a TikTok video. “You can judge me all you want.”
Believe me, I shall.
You know whose mother used to do all of those things every time? Everyone’s because it’s the decent thing to do, but I’m specifically thinking of mine. And somehow, the half minute wait in the car didn’t scare us or scar us one bit, nor were we ever kidnapped. If anything, it was one of those quiet, lead by example lessons that sinks in over time. Clean up after yourself. Leave something the way you found it, at least as best you can. Be nice.
This should not be a difficult concept.
Signed: guy who is tired of spearing himself on or getting his cane caught in Walmart carts that are nowhere near Walmart.
Growing up, I had two favourite song parody guys. The first, obviously, was Weird Al (one of the first records ever given to me as a child was the “Eat It” 45), and the other was Bob Rivers.
I first came to know of him through the stations that would play his Christmas songs, in particular “Walkin’ ‘Round in Women’s Underwear”
and “The Restroom Door Said, “Gentlemen””, which right up until this day is still one of my very favourite songs in the whole wide world, no lie. I can’t listen to it without smiling. I also can’t not sing it when I’m supposed to be singing the real one, so a big you’re welcome to everyone who found themselves next to me in choirs or assemblies. I know some of you heard me, and I’m shocked that we never got in trouble for laughing.
Through trading tapes with friends, I came to find out that there was more to Bob than just Christmas. In our group, this one was a definite favourite.
You ever hear a song and it sounds like the artist is singing directly to you? 😢
One of the cool things that Bob did was put his entire library online for free in the early 2000s. I have very fond memories of sitting around the old apartment with Carin and our roommate, digging around in it for gold. And man alive, did we ever find it.
I can still hear the three of us laughing. Amazingly, nothing ended up wearing a drink.
And I can’t end things without this one, a favourite of Carin’s. It’s a winner just for the impersonation.
Like I said, hearing that he had died made me sad. And if you’re one of those who knows what the last few years have been like around here, you know that’s the last thing we need. But listening to some of these songs again? That I needed.
Rivers’ radio career began in high school with his first paid airshift at 16. Following on-air work at eight different stations in the Nutmeg State, Rivers headed to Worcester, MA rocker WAAF to co-host the “Bob and Zip” morning show. During his six years at WAAF, he began writing and producing parody and novelty songs such as “Just a Big Ego,” spoofing David Lee Roth’s hit “Just a Gigolo.” Rivers’ “Twisted Christmas” album, released in 1987, which included “Twelve Pains of Christmas” — his take on “The Twelve Days of Christmas” — went on to sell half a million and was certified gold by the Recording Industry Association of America.
Rivers’ recording career continued with “Twisted Tunes” while at Baltimore’s “98 Rock” WIYY, where he gained national attention for an 11-day on-air marathon during the Orioles’ 21-game losing streak to open the 1988 baseball season, remaining on WIYY until they finally won a game. The next stop was Seattle, where Rivers spent the next 25 years hosting mornings at rock stations KISW and KZOK, and classic hits KJR-FM (now KJEB).
Rivers’ career accolades include two awards as Radio & Records’ major market Rock Personality of the Year and his 2023 induction into the Radio Hall of Fame.