Bill is a man for all seasons
Pat Haley - Contributing columnist
Early one morning, just as the sun was rising, my alarm clock began beeping, and Wilmington’s WKFI radio station played a tractor commercial. Willard and Rafert, sounding like country hayseeds, were on the air.
“Willard, I heard something in town. Are you sitting down? Here, swallow your heart medicine. Mabel sold the diner. She’s going into the grain business. She just bought a Massey Ferguson combine.”
The next morning, just like in the Groundhog Day movie, the radio alarm beeped again.
Willard: “Mabel’s back in town.”
Bill is a man for all seasons
Pat Haley - Contributing columnist
Early one morning, just as the sun was rising, my alarm clock began beeping, and Wilmington’s WKFI radio station played a tractor commercial. Willard and Rafert, sounding like country hayseeds, were on the air.
“Willard, I heard something in town. Are you sitting down? Here, swallow your heart medicine. Mabel sold the diner. She’s going into the grain business. She just bought a Massey Ferguson combine.”
The next morning, just like in the Groundhog Day movie, the radio alarm beeped again.
Willard: “Mabel’s back in town.”