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General here…

Yes - Ted Danson was in-studio this morning with Erin & Mike, and all I can say is - what a nice guy!

It’s always interesting when famous people come into the building - interesting to see how the office reacts - and interesting to see how the guest reacts.  
I met him and his people (2 PR-types and a photographer) in our lobby and before I could even get him into our studio…
A woman got on the elevator, looked at him, and very matter of factly said “Hi Becker”.  Just like that.
We got off the elevator and a guy on our floor shouted “Sam Malone!!”
Tish Iceton greeted him in the hallway and said “I watched you get shot last night”.
Three different people - three completely different show-references.
It’s funny - everyone seemed like they knew him and were in awe of him at the same time.
Thanks Ted - now we know how people must feel when they meet…
The Wiseguys!!

General here…

D’you ever get those joke emails about the differences between Men and Women?
Like, How To Shower Like A Man / How To Shower Like A Women, etc… 
Well - I have my own personal take on this gender issue, so without further adieu - I give you…

How 4 Women Party on a Saturday Night.
(As my wife, the Lovely Anita, did with three friends a couple of weeks ago)

Invite friends over at 8pm.
Put out stone-ground, lightly salted, extra-thin tortilla crisps on fancy platter with Artichoke dip.
Put 3 types of crackers on second platter with a selection of cheeses, including the really stinky kind.
Cube Watermelon, Honeydew, Cantaloupe and Pineapple and place on another frickin’ platter with yogurt dip.
Open bottles of Chardonnay and Merlot.
Break out Z-stemmed martini glasses and rim with pink-coloured sugar stuff.
Pour in Apple Liqueur, Triple Sec and Vodka.
Consume until you decide which character from Sex And The City represents you best - although - even under the influence, no one fesses up to being most like that tramp, Samantha. Then, there’s talk about renting a limo, going out for dinner, and then to the Movie Premier at the end of May.
The evening ends at 2:30am when one person is still talking, but the other three have fallen asleep.

How 4 Men Party on a Saturday Night
(As Mike, Gord, Rob and I did this past weekend)

At 1pm - even though you are indoors and have access to a working fridge - fill a cooler with 24 beers and 2 bags of ice.
Put jug-like bottle of Crown Royal on counter beside the Coke and Ginger Ale.
Put several bags of chips and 4 dips on table.
6 Hours later…four drunken Leaf fans cheer on the Montreal Canadiens in their quest for The Cup - their paper plates overflowing with Steak & Shrimp, Potato, Corn on the Cob, and Caesar Salad.
After the game - and the series - is lost - do what Leaf fans do best…shtand in the rain with a shigar and a shot of cognac and shay g’bye to another hockey season.
10pm - Fall into bed fully clothed - arms and legs stretching out over three sides.

Gord here…

This past weekend I was up in cottage country helping Mike Cooper put his newly acquired 40 sandbags into storage as his flood scare came to an end.

Since the water had receded, the wall of the 80 pound each sandbags need to be moved. We broke the task up into half. 20 bags 1 day and the rest the next. They are heavy for one and awkward to grip, but the second half had a fresh dumping of water from the night’s spectacular thunderstorm that passed by.

Mike’s dog Koda is a black Lab, very loving and likes to be with me when I am there, which I love. I can pet Koda for hours and she seems to dig it as well. Koda does not like thunderstorms and as the storm progressed she started to move up the bed closer to me until she was laying right beside my face and as I gave her a big bear hug I realized that she was shaking because of the storm.

As I turned on the lights, so that Koda wouldn’t see the Lighting flash as much, I laughed to myself as I thought what a sight it must be to see a grown man in bed with a shaky dog. What can I say, I am a sucker for a pretty face. Just ask my girlfriend Dawn and sometimes The General, but only when he wears his hair up.

General here…
Today is one of my favourite days of the year.
I don’t know if many people can pinpoint the exact day their life changed forever, but I can.
On this day 15 years ago - April 22, 1993 - I went on a first date with a girl named Anita Reynolds. Over a couple of Molson Canadians and some wings, we got to know each other - and by the end of the evening, as I told my room-mate about this incredible girl, I knew my life was about to get a whole lot better.
And for the record - the wings and beer dinner selection was her choice.
I defy any man not to have fallen for her.
And so here we are - 15 years later - 3 healthy kids, a goobery-yet-loveable dog, a house in the ‘burbs and a vehicle to cart us all around.
It is - in all honesty - all I’ve ever wanted.
I am living my dream, and it all started on this day in ‘93, when this boy from PEI had dinner with a gorgeous brunette from Montreal - in a pub in Toronto.
As Kim Mitchell would say…Ain’t Life Amazing?

General here…
Well - the CHFI Oldies Dance is coming up on May 30 - and by the number of emails I’m getting, it seems there is some confusion with our dances at the Old Mill - and, understandably, you have some questions:
What do we wear?
Is there food?
When does it start and end?

So, here you go - the CHFI Oldies Dance at The Sheraton - in a nutshell.

WHAT TO WEAR
Anything goes - most people dress casually - jeans -  there are a lot of people that “dress up” 50s, 60s, 70s style - hippies/disco/greasers, etc….
But, wear comfortable shoes - we dance, dance, dance all night long.
We do have a best costume contest, but it isn’t necessary to wear something of the era.

FOOD
There is food - but it’s simply fast food - pizza slices, hamburgers, hotdogs, ice cream - you do have to pay, but it’s relatively cheap – like a buck or two. And all the money goes to The Children’s Wish Foundation.

DRINKS
There is a cash bar - but only beer and wine - no spirits - and usually the beer is of one sponsor.

MUSIC
There is a deejay - that would be me - as well as a live band.
The music is mostly of the 60s and 70s - with some 50s and 80s thrown in for good measure.

Doors open at 6pm and we get started shortly after that. The dance goes till midnight.
All the CHFI personalities are there - there are special Saturday Night Oldies T-shirts for sale - again, all proceeds go to The Children’s Wish Foundation - and there are also photo areas with special backdrops -just so you can document all the fun.

General here…

Don’tcha love when you rediscover a song - a song you haven’t heard in literally 10 or 20 years?
A couple of nights ago - on American Idol - one of the contestants sang a song I remembered LOVING in the mid-eighties.

Do you remember “You’re The Voice” by John Farnham?

I don’t recall if it was a super-big hit, but I loved it then, and actually love it more now.
When I was 20 I just sort of liked the feel of the song.
Now, the lyrics - the message - just means so much more.

So - please excuse that guy you see on the 401 singing his heart out.
His stereo is at top volume and he’s lost in a killer tune from ‘86.

Here’s the video from You Tube.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99P7TTvpO1g

General here…
March Break is done. Erin & Mike are back. There’s an occasional hint of Spring in the air.
All is good.
Soooo…did you have a good March Break? We did - and in a nutshell - it went a little something like this:

We went to the movies.
The lovely Anita and I took our 3 kids, plus one of our oldest son’s friends to the CHFI movie premiere of Horton Hears A Who.
Great story - great cast - Jim Carrey, Steve Carell - and some truly laugh out loud moments.

We got away.
We went to Erin & Rob’s cottage (THANK YOU E&R!) for a few days while they were away - funny how just a change of scenery can provide those family moments you don’t make time for at home.
My mom - “Nana Mac”- came along and I have to say it’s really quite something to watch the woman who raised you interact with the children you’re raising.
It’s like some middle-man time warp.

We played games.
We must have played Pop-A-Matic Trouble 20 times.
Remember that one? My kids, who are 3,5 and 9 loved it. As long as they won.

We watched movies.
Bridge To Terabithia, The Bee Movie, Lemony Snicket’s A Series Of Unfortunate Events, Nanny McPhee - watched all of those with the kids and they were all hits.
Anita and I watched Dan In Real Life - again, another good one.
We both give it “2 Eyes Open”!
You know, instead of 2 Thumbs Up? We judge movies by whether or not we can stay awake - so for both of us to give it a full 2 Eyes Open is freakin’ amazing.

We tobogganed. In theory.
After the kids got bored of this little hill near the cottage, I loaded them all into the car and went looking for a good sized hill - you know, a hill that someone could potentially get hurt on. 
Well…I guess we’ll never know - ’cause in our travels I managed to get our vehicle stuck in a ditch - which led to a call to roadside assistance and a bit of a wait in a car that was a little close to tipping over.
This essentially killed the kids’ desire to tame the big hill and we drove back to the cottage where the kids had lunch and I drank.

We went to town.
Maybe it’s because I’m from a small town - Summerside P.E.I. - but I love small town Canada.
The friendly people, the little shops, the old-fashioned pubs, the quaint dessert diners - I love it all.
You know what else I love? Parking all afternoon for $2.25 during the week.
There’s nothing like a trip into town to break up the day.

We entertained.
Yes - we actually had another couple over for dinner (not at your cottage, Erin - no, when we got back - just so you know).  I couldn’t believe it. 
We had conversations about adult things with other adults. It was strangely weird and wonderful.

Yep - it was a good break - but when you work with friends, it’s good to be back too.

Gordon S Rennie, your friendly neighbourhood Producer here at the keyboard as we close out the second week of March. Come on Spring!

This Sunday, March 16th I turn 35. Now age and birthdays don’t hold much for me, as I subscribe to the “you’re only as old as you feel” theory. I do sometimes stop and take a look back when I reach a age marker like a 35 or 30 more so than 33. I do get a puzzled look on my face and think “OK, where did the time go?”.

Remember in school when you’d stare at the clock and realize the actual length of time and even how much longer it felt, or maybe that was just me. I have been in radio, my career, for 12 years…it feels like I just finished College sometimes. I am fortunate to say I have been working with Mike Cooper for 7 years now and I can still remember my first week working “mornings” as it’s hard not to forget. It was second week of September, 2001. That week kind of stays with everyone I think.

I also think back to when I was a kid, a time when my t-shirts used to hang straight down and I could run 20 feet without stopping 3 times. My buddies and I would talk about the Year 2000 and we’d be 27 and we’d say “wow what would we be doing then”. Now it’s 2008 and the time seems to be going faster, or maybe I am in a section of my life where I don’t want it to zoom by.

I don’t have kids, but my brothers did and I can understand how much faster time seems to pass, as you watch the little ones go from a little collection of arms and legs to crawling to walking to taking the car to getting married to their first child to your retirement. Well maybe not that fast but it sure seems like it.

This Sunday, I will raise a glass to 35 years and counting as I am reminded of the lyrics of Country singer Tim McGraw…

I think I’ll take a moment, celebrate my age
The ending of an era and the turning of a page
Now it’s time to focus in on where I go from here
Lord have mercy on my next thirty years

Hey my next thirty years I’m gonna have some fun
Try to forget about all the crazy things I’ve done
Maybe now I’ve conquered all my adolescent fears
And I’ll do it better in my next thirty years

My next thirty years I’m gonna settle all the scores
Cry a little less, laugh a little more
Find a world of happiness without the hate and fear
Figure out just what I’m doing here
In my next thirty years

Oh my next thirty years, I’m gonna watch my weight
Eat a few more salads and not stay up so late
Drink a little lemonade and not so many beers
Maybe I’ll remember in my next thirty years

My next thirty years will be the best years of my life
Raise a little family and hang out with my wife
Spend precious moments with the ones that I hold dear
Make up for lost time here, In my next thirty years.

Gord here as we stand at the mid-week mark, high atop a snowbank looking towards the weekend.

On Tuesday, Tish Iceton and I were chatting on the air about how I lost my barber and I have begun my quest to find a new one. It was soon after this conversation that something wonderful happened. The flood of emails and phone calls from CHFI listeners telling me about the barbers they go and recommending that I should go there.

Then a got a few calls from people saying Charlie (my old barber) has not retired, he just moved down the road. I heard a choir sing and I was washed in sunlight as my quest has come to an end and I can continue with my long standing barber relationship. I later received an email from Charlie’s wife saying he was in the process of contacting his clientele and not to worry.

Once again, I thank all of you who passed along their favourite barber shops, it’s good to know that there are lots of great places in the city to have a hair cut and a feeling of the good ol’ days while you’re there.

I also want to thank Vera of Vera’s hairstyling for the personal offer to come and visit her shop. I will still come and visit Vera, to thank you for listening to CHFI and maybe a trim around the ears for fun.

Gord here and hands up if you’re done with snow. Just about everyone it looks like. Even as I type this it’s snowing like crazy outside. I do have a few tidbits I thought I’d share with you.

My Snow Blower

I thought I was confident with the fact that the snow was done when I bought my snow blower, but no! I have used it a lot and it works well.  I know right now there isn’t one to be found, but if shoveling has wrecked your back, it is a sound investment.

Pack Up The Barber Pole

On Friday, I had a list of stuff to get done before I came home from CHFI. I renewed my sticker for the license plate on my car, I bought a tax return software package to get my taxes finished.

Then I went to my Barber that I have gone to since my first haircut 34 years ago. To my horror, as I pull up in front of the shop in a strip mall on Lawrence and Brimley…it’s gone! Replaced by a video store. I have had only one trained professional cut my hair and his name was Charlie. I was stunned, his barber shop was the few remaining “old guard” men’s barber shops. I shall miss the chats we had, looking at the faded poster of the 1982 Italy World Cup of Soccer Champions poster.  I shall miss listening to his budgie chirp in the background as he sang along to CHFI playing on the radio.

I am at a loss, I can’t go to a modern place, they don’t know my “style” of cut and I’m sure I won’t be charged $15 like I got from Charlie. I know his job cutting my hair got easier as I got older and my brother was miffed that he paid the same as me and I have twice the hair he does, but that’s all in the past now. I am on the Barber rebound… a shaggy head of hair looking for a pair of scissors to dance with. I could go back to shaving my head…