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Rabbi Shmuley, of Shalom in the Home, returns to WGN Morning News December 13 at 8:45ish. He is one of our favorite guests because he gives great advice.
Most self-help books contain useless, cliche' information:
-do your homework
-take it one day at a time
-be yourself

Rabbi Shmuley, author of books like DATING SECRETS OF THE TEN COMMANDMENTS, offers specific, helpful advice. (see below.) If you have relationship questions questions, submit them here, and we'll present them to Rabbi Shmuley on the 13th. In the meantime, here are some excerpts from Shmuley's book:

DATING SECRETS OF THE TEN COMMANDMENTS

Today, far too few people date in order to find their soul mate. Instead, they search for a "partner." Because of a fundamental confusion of priorities, these men and women want to find a person who will provide them with many different and superficial things, rather than a companion who will connect with them on the deepest level.

Dating should never being with a list of what we HAVE. Rather, it must begin with making a mental list of what we lack. Only this will guarantee to make us feel whole. Sex and laughs are superficial. This is why compatibility is somewhat overrated. A soul mate bring you a feeling that you are the most special person in the world.

How do you know that you have found the right person?

The difference between "partner" and "soul mate" is found in passivity and silence. If you always have to act in order to have stimulation in your relationship, if you feel you always have to talk and impress each other, regale each other with exciting tales, etc...then you have a partner.

But if you can simply hold each other, saying nothing, and still the pain goes away, then you have a soul mate. He or she knows your thoughts and secrets without your expressing them.

In dating, you should always be the peasant and not the aristocrat. An aristocrat waits for a person to come along and impress them. He focuses on what HE wants and what HE deserves. In the process, you overlook what you nees because you are too self-centered to truely evaulate the person you are with. Be a peasant. Be humble, and search for that person who makes you feel needed.

Make your date know that she comes first.

If you are bored, the problem is usually with you, not your date.
practical suggestions:
-talk about issues and values and the stories that formed these formative experiences
-do good deeds with your date, rather than just going to karaoke. That doesn't necessarily mean soup kitchen, but perhaps visiting a grandmother.

DATING, NOT 'RELATING'
People make the mistake of dating for personal growth rather than to discover another human being. You should be deepening the relationship with the other person, not with yourself.

HONORABLE ENDINGS
How do you know when a relationship is "right"? When it makes you feel alive and optimistic for your future together. If you no longer look forward to seeing her...if she irritates you, if she bores you, then you are in trouble. Do not make the mistake of staying with an unsatisfactory relationship out of a sense of guilt.

You know when you are in love, and when this ain't it, dump the schlump. Don't stay in an unhappy relationshiop because you are afraid of hurting her feelings, or worse, because you fear nothing better will come along.

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Of all pro athletes, I think hockey players are my favorite. Any guy who gets oral surgery at intermission and still plays the other 2 periods is my kind of guy. Not to mention, the word "hoser" is part of their vernacular.

And becoming a pro hockey player is the loneliest journey in sports. Baseball players can lament about riding buses to small-town ballparks, but at least most of them were grown men when they did this.

Hockey players leave home at 15 for junior leagues! Imagine being a hockey prodigy from New York City, who has to go live with a Canadian foster family so he can play for the Onion Lake Winterhawks of the Northeastern Alberta Junior League!

(Nothing against Canadian foster families. I'm sure they're very lovely).

Point is, hockey players have to grow up fast. But some of them are so gifted they still reach the NHL before they do. That's why the Hawks have established their "Adopt-a-Hawk" program.

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As many of you know, legendary Chicago anchorman Bill Kurtis appeared on the show today (along with his former partner, Walter Jacobsen). Bill was Channel 2's Walter Cronkite back in the 70's, but left local TV news in order to avoid being infected by it (I imagine).

These days, he provides A&E and Court TV with 95% of their programming.

As head of Kurtis Productions, Bill and his staff churn out shows like "Cold Case Files" and "Investigative Reports." He's lent his so-smooth-it-will-melt-your-heart voice to "Biography," "American Justice," and even "Anchorman!"

My point is this: Bill Kurtis knows TV.

So I became intrigued when Bill suggested to me this morning that perhaps he and I should pursue a joint venture: "America's Funniest CELEBRITY Field Sobriety Test Videos!" We came up with the idea after watching video of Cardinals' manager Tony Larussa sashay his way through a test.

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Today I woke up feeling awful.

I wake up at 2:45am Mon-Fri.

In general waking up at that time is an awful thing.

But this morning I felt a little extra awful.

I felt a little nauseous and congested.

I think I might be pregnant.

I'd call in sick...but it's 2:45am.

I don't want them to have to call Ramsey out of his local saloon and ask him to sober up quickly for a 5am show. (It's not going to happen.)

Anyway, when I got to the office today, I didn't feel any better.

So, I played HURT and was SMART about it!!!

I made the decision to stay quarantined in the weather office so as to not infect my coworkers.

I think this was a wise and noble gesture that shows a level of care, respect and love for humanity.

My hope is that WGN management here considers this as they seek to find their Employee of the Month for November. (How could they overlook this sacrificial contribution?)

I have always been an advocate of calling in sick regardless of my health...but today I played HURT!!!

I think it was good for company morale and I would like to be honored for it.

Anyway, let's see if my streak of 136 straight months of not winning Employee of the Month comes to an end with this generous act.

Bend at the knees,
Konrad

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Muhsin Muhammad stopped by the show today. I've included the airable portion of the interview below. Naturally, it is devoid of any copyright-protected NFL video.

This was the second time Moose had been on. His first appearance was last season, and we playfully referred to a quirky Q & A segment I did with him as "Moose Droppings." That was cute, but the accompanying graphic which showed actual moose droppings was not.

He was a very good sport about it, though I believe he was also a little disturbed. His first question for me when he arrived today was: "So what does Pat have up his sleeve today?" That's one way to make sure people remember you -- using their nickname in a crude, borderline offensive animation.

Anyway, I did have a little something up my sleeve, and Moose was the consummate pro.

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Guess what we had for Thanksgiving supper this holiday season? Turkey and beans. Not the kind of beans the pilgrims tasted that first Thanksgiving, back on Plymouth Rock. I'm talking about my authentic Cuban-style Old Havana black beans, or 'frijoles negros' as it's known on the island.

The taste-testing process takes no holiday at the Crews household. I tried out a few variations on my grateful relatives, this holiday season. And I have to say the effort was a success, because they kept coming back for more.

Now that they're fueled up and off to O'Hare, with a full-tank of all-natural rocket propulsion for the flight home, I'm getting down to business. All joking aside, my Old Havana recipe is ready for take-off.

I'm finalizing details with my co-packer in Union, Illinois. A fantastic company called Dorina-So-Good. For decades, they've produced a variety of savory barbeque sauces, salad dressings, salsas and all kinds of delicious specialty food items. There's a great guy who runs the place with a lot of experience. Name is Tim Young. He's a wealth of information, but a very busy guy. You've got to get your ducks in a row before you get ready to talk to him. Because the food industry is serious business and a highly competitive field.

I've learned it's going to cost me a few thousand dollars to get my first batch of beans, rice and Old Havana seasoning to the marketplace (and that's a big chunk of change for a hard-working street reporter like me). And that's just to produce a small quantity to peddle to gift catalogs, food websites and/or retailers. The thing is co-packers generally have minimum-run requirements, so it takes a little bit of a bankroll to launch that favorite family recipe.

But if you're thinking about marketing Aunt Sally's homemade apple pie, there are a number of things you need to do before you get ready to place your first order. The first step is research, research and more research. And the second step is research. You've got to study the market for your product. It's a painstaking process. Look at the competition. Figure out if you've got chance to compete.

If you're interested in learning more about launching an old family recipe, stay tuned. I'll tell you more next time.

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Before Batman battled the Joker, another superhero fought for justice--and she didn't need a Bat Pogo-Stick. Relive the drama of the Underground Railroad as Harriet Tubman "blazes a path for truth and the American Way" in the Harriet Tubman Action Play Set, which includes posable Harriet, freedom quilt, banjo and more! Just one of the bizarre gift ideas you can find online.

If you have any ideas, that don't include a farting/dancing/singing Santa/Elmo/Bass please let us know so we can share it with everyone.

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One of my oldest possessions is a miniature Plymouth Rock that I got as a souvenier during a field trip in Kindergarten 1973 to Plimoth Plantation, where you can see the "real" rock. When you grow up in Boston, history is real. Some of the streets and structures still stand, or at least have been recreated, so you are surrounded by history. Of course, even in Boston, children got the sanitized version of everything: The Pilgrims enjoyed a lovely sail across the water and Squanto was at the shore with a gift-basket with wine and poutpourri. Oh sure, the Indians did teach the Pilgrims about planting corn -- it was all organic, without the thumb-rings and lip-piercings of the Whole Foods workforce. They all sat down at a very long table, with very tall buckled hats and the evening culminated with a "shirts and skins" two-hand touch game.

Once you get out of elementary shool, it seems Thanksgiving becomes a holiday without meaning or character. I always feel like that scene in The Simpsons, where Marge does her darnedest to prepare a lovely family meal, with candles, and all the trimmings. Then, Homer, Bart and Lisa fly down the stairs, gobble the grub in pandemonium, burp, spew a casual "thanks mom" and move on their merry way. So when I have young relatives at the holiday table, I take a page out of the Passover playbook, and have people around the table read a passage or two from the real Thanksgiving story, without the cornucopia of cartoonism.

I remember in third grade, making a Thanksgiving mural and my Pilgrims were proportionately about two feet taller than the Indians. They are bigger than life in our stories but that is not the complete picture. The Massachusetts Turnpike used to have signs with Pilgrim hats and an arrow through them. That tells you -- there's a little more to the story. They headed towards Massachusetts when they were blown 220 miles off course, and then they started to run out of beer (really--it was safer than water.) Before the Mayflower "hit Plymouth Rock" a scouting party stole some corn, and at least 30 Indians attacked them with arrows, according to Nathaniel Philbrick's book "Mayflower."

He writes that unlike the Founding Fathers, the Pilgrims believed they were guided more by God, than reason and as long as the Indians were loyal, there would be no problems. Religious tolerance wasn't in their playbook, but when they were starving, they were a little more willing to listen to native wisdom.

The farming lessons weren't free. Massasoit, had a secret agenda. What many people don't realize, is that the Pilgrims landed in the middle of a political power struggle among Indian tribes. To make a long story short, Philbrick writes that this led to violence that spread among various alliances that crossed racial lines and created mass confusion.

The first Pilgrims tried to live in peace among the tribes, but their children and grandchildren engaged in ethnic cleansing and slave trading. Ultimately, Philbrick writes, the New Englanders destroyed their forefathers' way of life. So you see, The Pilgrim chapter isn't just one hard winter of thanks and peace, but an epic story of surviving disease and warfare; something that's worth remembering before overindulging in big portions and small talk.

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Last week I called Melissa Forman over at Lite FM. She is the very popular host of the station's morning show, and a staunch supporter of their all-holiday music format, which began on November 2nd. I told her I wanted to stop by and talk to her about this.

I did not tell her I would be dressed as Uncle Sam.

But enough about that. I really don't have an opinion about holiday music starting so early, but some people hate it. I don't understand this. It's like our show- if you don't like it, change the channel.

OR . . . pick up a hobby instead of calling or writing to complain. Perhaps help an old lady cross the street? It would even take less time.

My only issue here is one of equal airtime. Television shows must give equal time to politcians. The same should apply for the holidays. Why should Christmas receive special treatment, especially when it doesn't even have the best music!?!?

http://www.melissaforman.com

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So, with the holiday weekend approaching, and some free time at hand, I thought it might be good to remind folks on the Morning Show how to behave in public.

You see occasionally, (not as often as we'd like to think), we get recognized.
Granted, it's usually, "Aren't you Rosie O'Donnell?"
But the point is when we're off the air, out and about, there's always a chance someone might come up and say hello.

So, don't do what I did not long ago.

I was dining at a fine establishment in the South suburbs with my sisters when a smiling waitress approached the table.

She quietly asked if I minded if she asked me a question.

I said, "Did you want to know if I work for WGN-TV?"

She said, "No. I wanted to know if you knew you had toilet paper hanging out of the back of your pants."

I did.

So, Larry, Paul, Pat, and the rest of you on-air jokers, here's a tip:
When approached, just smile and say Happy Thanksgiving. Chances are, your fly is open.

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One of our camera guys always confuses the Bears' Brendan Ayanbadejo and Israel Idonije, often combining their last names to form Idoni-badejo, the Voltron of last names. One half of Idonibadejo stopped by the show today.

Israel Idonije is one of the most down-to-Earth guys in the NFL. I'd say unassuming but the man is 6'4"- there's nothing unassuming about a fellow that large. This was the second time we had him on the show, and he's a guy that we like talking to off camera even more than we do on.

He was here to talk about some community stuff he had going on today, and to let fans know about his newly re-launched Myspace page, where you can see when else he'll be out in the community
http://www.myspace.com/idonije

Anyway, below is a stripped down version of Israel's interview on today's show. Due to NFL copyright rules, we're not allowed to show ANY football video. But we are allowed to show actual football players, so we still win.

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The evening was very nice with WGN picking up several awards including one for our very own, Ana Belaval, for her "One Tank Trip" reports. Now she can balance her new daughter, Amelia, in one arm and her statue in the other. BTW, Ana looks great. She'll be back toward the end of December.

The highlight of the evening was Jeff Garlin of "Curb Your Enthusiasm" who was smart and just sarcastic enough for this jaded crowd. The crowning moment of the evening when Fox's Larry Yellin attempted a joke from the podium and felt it necessary to say that the stage "added 40 pounds to Jeff's weight." Jeff yelled from back stage that he didn't give a S***. The crowded responded with uproarious applause to Garlin's shutting down Yellin's rude remark.

When Jeff returned to the stage, he talked about how funny he thought it was how some people are "just "D*****Bags" for saying something like that. And then, really summed it up by saying "who is that guy, anyway?"

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My email of the day...from a guy named "Vince Rango" who told me to hav a "chillaxing weekend."
If you've made up a word that you'd like us to spread around the globe, please respond.

Vince Rango

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Rating - 3 stars
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Just a quick thanks to all who offer up kind words here.

Thanks.

We all look at the feedback daily to get some sort of gauge of reaction.

So your comments are read and considered.

I appreciate the faithfulness and loyalty that so many of you have shown to us over the years.

On an unrelated note, things seem to have settled down around here.

The boss man has apparently moved on from the explosion of anger that he dumped on us last week.
(See earlier blog entitled "Trouble" for more info.)

For the record, it is far easier to absorb a beating as a team of three than individually.

If you are going to get into trouble at work, alway make it a point to get someone else in trouble with you.

It's a little more bearable.

Thanks again,
Konrad

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Rating - 4 stars
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In 1974, everybody wanted to be the Fonz. He got all of the girls. He could hit a jukebox and it would play songs for nothing. He'd slick his hair and stick out the thumb and say "aye."

Well, not me. I wanted to be Potsie. C'mon, he got to sing. I always thought he was under the radar with his coolness.

Fast forward to now, 30 something years later to today.

Anson "Potsie" Williams was on the morning show to perform "Splish Splash."

Why? Because I asked him to. Now, that's cool to me.

I mean, what do you think Henry "Fonzie" Winkler would say if I asked him to wear a leather coat on our show?

He'd tell me to sit on it.

Anyway, this morning, Potsie brought back a lot of great memories for us. He may not be as cool as Arthur Fonzarelli to you, but at least he's not Ralph Malph. Whoa!

To find out what Anson Williams is up to now days. Check out www.starmakerproducts.com

--Producer Jeff Hoover

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Cubs radio man Pat Hughes stopped by today to pub his new book/audio book about Harry Caray. Not a bad tribute to a guy he worked with for only 2 years. Can you think of ANY co-worker you'd write a book about, let alone one you worked with for only 2 years???

I've worked with these clowns here for just OVER 2 years and I'm not sure I could fill a small pocket notebook.

"Paul is really funny. He invited me over his house for Thanksgiving once. He smells a little like vinegar."

"Robin lives on Diet Coke and whatever's in slot F15 on the vending machine. She loves Peoria. I think she grew up on the South Side."

"Larry enjoys webcam karaoke. His daughter's middle name is 'Youtube.'"

But Pat Hughes not only wrote a book about Harry, he poured through hours of old broadcasts to compile some of his best moments for the audio book.

All by himself.

I can assure you- not many people in my line of work are that motivated. On top of that, Pat might be one of the top 5 nicest people I've met in my life. I knew there was a reason I liked him so much.

Now if he could only rid himself of that bad influence Ron Santo!!!

*to get a copy of Pat Hughes' book, "Harry Caray: Voice of the Fans," click here:

http://www.baseballvoices.com/index.html

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Rating - 4 stars
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So, I don't normally comply with all the "FLAT STANLEY" requests I get here at the old number 9. Every fall, we're bombarded with kids sending pictures of a flat boy, made famous in the book by Jeff Brown. The idea is to guilt people into taking pictures with Stanley, and write back with details about where he's been.

Lovely idea for kids, a pain for adults.

But, I lovingly comply this time, because young Kyle and Yusuf from Arlington Heights were smart enough to make their Stanleys look just like Larry.

God bless you kids. But please, NO MORE STANLEYS!!

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Last Friday Robin, Larry and I were chewed out by management here for an issue that I am not at liberty to blog about.

However, it was a spectacular beating...like I have not received here in almost 6 years.

The boss man was furious and blew his top for almost 5 minutes straight without a breath.

It was like out of a movie.

It gave me a whole new appreciation for management and the miserable position that they are in...dealing with mopes like Larry and Robin.

I do not intend to get into anymore detail...other than to say...butts were kicked and I am sore.

However, it leads me to consider my other visits to the bosses office over the years.

I wanted to give you just a handful of some beatings that stick out in my mind. No particular order.

1. Calling the bosses "morons" on the air. The first time it happened was Spring of 1997.
It was the closest I have ever come to losing my job. It's a longer story...however, I was wrong and feel badly about what I said. Even though I was right...my methodology was wrong and immature. Eventually we were able to call them "morons" openly. But we did it with more respect and maturity.

2. I really got a beating for making a spectacular one-liner about the renaming of Northwestern's Dyche Stadium and the girls track team. It was a great comedy...but apparently in our pc world was insensitive and rude. I plead no contest. It was insensitive and crass. To this day I still think it was one of my funnier lines. When pressed about it...I told the boss "I have no idea what you are talking about...I never said anything like that." He proceeded to show me my performance on the video tape to refresh my memory. I took what I like to call a "personal day".

3. One time I typed into the weather crawl that our anchor at the time was not wearing pants.
So, it read...." Today Mostly Sunny High: 65 Bill's not wearing pants Tonight: Mostly Cloudy. The boss at the time apparently got a ton of calls and he wasn't in a good mood.
He let me have it and gave me some time to think about how stupid I was. No argument from me. I don't need time to think about it. He still gave me time.

The list goes on.

But enough for now.

I will post this today and see if the boss man orders it taken down from the site.

He's usually a level headed guy.

But if I am missing for a few days, he didn't think it was as funny as I did.

Konrad

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Sometimes you have to get a different perspective to see the light. I recall an episode of The Beverly Hillbillies when Jed Clampett pondered a question about something that seemed very silly to him: "Why would anyone want to take a plant, roll it up in a piece of paper, stick it in their face, and set fire to it?"

Why indeed? A good question to ask as we approach The American Cancer Society's 31st anniversary of the Great American Smokeout on Thursday, November 15. When you listen to the common wisdom of Jed, it all seems silly. At one point, people didn't think it looked so silly---in fact, it looked cool. For decades, people have been influenced by powerful media images.

Some old cigarette ads from the 1940's included a variety of gimmicks, and people bought it.

For example…Philip Morris boasted that their cigarettes were less irritating.

"All smokers inhale--but your throat needn't know it."
(Until the cancer sets in, and then all your body parts will know.)

You think that's bad? Kool Cigarettes featured a penguin and promised that it would clear your head like Vicks Vapor Rub.

"They're mildly mentholated. Light up and feel that instant refreshment. Smoke long--your throat and tongue stay cool and smooth… your mouth clean and fresh."
(…your lungs coated in tar.)

Before the cute, cartoon Joe Camel was used, Camels' pitch-man was Santa Claus. His jolly image covered the carton to make gift-giving easy---no wrapping needed.

"There's an added pleasure in giving Camels at Christmas."
(Remember the nativity with nicotine. Nothing celebrates the lord's birth like rich tobacco flavor; and with all that second-hand smoke, it's the gift that keeps giving.)

Our parents will say that nobody knew the dangers. The best warning our moms ever got was when the obstetrician advised them to blow the smoke in the other direction while they were breast feeding us. But today, the American Cancer Society offers these facts: Cigarettes kill more Americans than alcohol, car accidents, suicide, AIDS, homicide, and illegal drugs combined--that's 1,200 people every day. A hundreds of those are non-smokers who die from heart disease.

Smokers cry about their "rights." Yes, we all have rights and sometimes two rights come into conflict, and that's when the courts decide whose right is more important. How can anyone argue that the right to smoke is more vital than the right to breathing clean air? Would Samuel Adams' patriots have rallied behind the cause of the right to light up in ye olde public house?

Maybe Bogart or Bond made it look glamorous on the big screen---for some reason that's proven to be a powerful motivator for young people to inhale carcinogens. But, I'm sure the men who wore powdered wigs in Adams' day thought they looked pretty cool too. The statistics should help people's judgement evolve, before they become one of those stats. Remember this---who was more macho than the original Marlboro man himself? Of course, he ultimately died of, what else? Lung Cancer.

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This young firecracker pictured here is my trainer at Bally's, Kay Yasin. I'm not trying to turn my blog into a Maxim column here. Rather, I need you to have a visual of something . . . the kind of glamour photos she wants ME to get!

That's right! Halter top, stretchy pants, a come-hither pose. Me!!!

She says I should get professional pictures done to capture all of the hard work I've put in the last 6 months, something I can look back on in 10 years and be proud of. Why? Does she plan on not training me 10 years from now? Is she dumping me?

I hope not. I'll get like Marky Mark in "Fear." I'll show up outside her house at two in the morning with a jump rope and a Bosu ball!

Nah, she'd never be able break up with me. We have a training marriage made in nut-ball heaven. She's the only person I know in the world who's more neurotic about her workouts than me.

I wouldn't have it any other way. Six months ago, she got me down from 187 pounds, to my sophomore year of college weight of 165 (which we soon discovered what not an appropriate weight for Pat Tomasulo at his current age). SO, we bulked up to a comfortable fighting weight of 173, and now I am an ultimate fitness machine.

Anyway, I told her for me to even ENTERTAIN the idea of having pictures taken, she'd need to let me publish hers to my web masses (hence the pic).

Now while I've never had professional pictures taken, I have had snapshots of my progress taken.

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Whenever a newspaper makes a mistake, they tend to run its correction a few days later in a section of the paper completely unrelated to the one in which the original story ran. It's usually about 2 sentences long and under an advertisement for an auto mall or a"massage therapist."

As for TV people? We're even worse.

"I think you just said an earthquake hit Indianapolis, instead of India."

"Oh, I'm sure nobody noticed. I said it so quickly"

But not me! When I make a factual error, I'm man enough to admit it!

Most of the time.

Truth is, when you wake up at 1:15 AM, complete brain functionality doesn't occur until about 6:45. So, anything that happens before then is fairly clouded. But if I can REMEMBER making a mistake, I'll admit it.

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