Cleveland, home of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, is having a renaissance. I’ve seen it myself. Old warehouses are being reinvented, turning into theatres. Restaurants and coffee houses. And a baseball stadium. All in parts of Cleveland that, at one time, didn’t make the society pages. No wonder CHRIS FOREMAN didn’t want to leave. Mr. Chris is now writing and producing at ABC affil WEWS in the aforementioned C-town. He had been over at the NBC affil before the switch, but now calls the Scripps Howard locale home. I believe he might originally be from Buffalo, but don’t hold me to that. I was in the car, writing down the info at about 65 miles an hour. Do NOT do this at home, kids. And thanks to the talented CSD DAN COYLE for the info. Dan, btw, is still on the lookout for a talented promo person. Give him a ring if you’re interested.
Today is supposed to be the saddest day of the year. Just in case you need an excuse to get that vente latte, with the whipped cream.
If you don’t like hearing me complain, stop now. Somebody, PLEASE explain that creepy, downright disturbing Orville Redenbacher popcorn commercial. You know the one I’m talking about. It stars Orville himself. Only problem is Orville is dead. Gone. No longer living. Kaput. He made his transition on September 19, 1995. Doing the math, Mr. R hasn’t been amongst the living for the last 11+ years. Yes, the man was a fun brand and a cute spokesman. But that was only while he was ALIVE. Using the computer to attempt to make him live again is W-R-O-N-G. It looks bad. What was that ad agency thinking? And no, I am not about to buy a dead guy’s popcorn. Eeewwww.
Think about this: “Look at every path closely and deliberately, then ask yourself this crucial question: ‘Does this path have a heart?’ If it does, then the path is good. If it doesn’t, then it is of no use.” ~ Carlos Castaneda