Reading the newspaper with more than just curiosity recently, I listened to and watched the weather reports as the potential storm's impact steadily grew worse. I could not help but think that the powers of observation we each possess plays a role in our future. The succession of important people in my life who are no longer present created a feeling of uncertainty. Who is there to help?
Perhaps, those concerned about this upcoming massive storm system enveloping the northern hemisphere can help one another. We all need to help one another. Like Margaret Valone so eloquently stated in her column, and excuse me if I paraphrase, "We need to persistently try." Isn't this what you are trying to tell us, Margaret?
The loss of electrical power for medical equipment necessary for keeping me as active as humanly possible is indeed a concern. If power does go out for a period of time that I am unprepared for, shall I be able to function as I normally do, without a power source? All I can do now is pray for others and their continued safety. I may become dependent upon them for my well-being. Will others realize I can still contribute to society, despite my growing loss of nerve and muscle function?
I have read portions of the Bible, but unlike those who are fervent believers, I only select chapters and verses that pertain to my particular life. I know this may be wrong and I apologize. One such reading comes from Corinthians 1, Chapter 14, verse 10:
"There are, it may be, so many kinds of voices in the world, and none of them is without significance."
Working at WDOE back in the early 1980s when I first started out in radio broadcasting, the jobs performed were many. Besides doing the "rip and read" newscasts, local news was also obtained. Contacts with the Dunkirk, Fredonia, and State Police were made for obtaining items to share with the public. I also gathered the local weather reports so I could let the public know of storms or other weather-related information.
Sunday mornings were my "gig," as a feed from a local church service came over the airwaves. When the feed wasn't there, I had a back-up of pre-recorded services to play for those who tuned in on a regular basis. Not having to personally deal with the problems that existed back then, I did my job from 5:30 to 10 a.m. without thinking. This was, after all, what I had gone to school for: Communications - Radio Broadcasting.
Right after the church service, I had the opportunity to introduce Chet Kozlowski and his Polka Variety show. I got to know Chet and his brand of music and can state that music did influence me, even though I did not speak Polish. I learned of the Polish foods and later had the chance to purchase some Polish delicacies at the Broadway Market in Buffalo for a friend of mine.
I still have my valid FCC Permit, but eventually gave up my "radio life" because of family obligations on the farm.
Finally, please, don't forget to vote on Nov. 6. The choice is yours.
Michael J. Henry is a Sheridan resident. Send comments to email@example.com.