During a reunion last night, I described how botox injections for dysphonia affected my voice initially.
"I couldn't have been on the radio then," I said, joking that I had "Lanacane witch voice. I might as well have cackled."
"I'm glad you decided not to cackle," someone from my high school class said. "Even for you, that would have been a bit much."
High school might or might not be where they know you, but I'm not cackling today. Today, I'm thankful for another birthday. I've made it to age 54, and I'm grateful for everyone who has encouraged or furthered my interest in music and radio. Last night's reunion reminded me how lucky I was to have gone to school with an admirable group of people who have their equivalents of those passions--or, in some cases, those same passions.
