My Career in Radio
I'm a radio man for thirty-some years
In St. Paul, an old variety show
Like those I used to hear, my dears,
When I was a child long ago.
To critics, my show is peppered
With little bits of Bob & Ray,
Jack Benny, and Jean Shepherd,
But those critics are dying (Hooray!)
And to twenty-year olds who were born
Too late to hear the great Fred Allen
I am the master of the form,
Sailing the airwaves like Magellan.
If a thief escapes and is not hung
He may be honored by the young.
- GARRISON KEILLOR
posted by Men Who Do Cleavages at 9:40 pm
3 Comments:
I can so completely relate to the subtext of this poem
- 'tis a recurring theme with the people I work with.To them I have only one thing to point to - hedge fund managers, of course. They are all so young and naive that experience doesn't count, or so it would appear. Wish we can stick it up their noses - of all those peers who are so full of themselves and their years of experience growing dull and gray doing the job they know how to do best.
Being young and raw and inxperienced has as much merit (if not more) than being old, ripe and Xperienced with a capital x.
It is gratifying to know there are people out there who trust and believe in youth and will not cower under the aura of the old boys club. Thank heaven for little mercies!
Ah, walla al azem experience! Mention the 'E' word and suddenly you find doors opening. What's with everyone? Isn't it at all plausible the 'experienced' may be painfully clothed in all manner of wrong experience bringing with it inappropriate conditioned programming and the like? Mostly, I find the naive and freshers in industry so completely sucking up to the "EX" crowd, it makes my skin crawl.
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