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I vividly remember sitting in line at the drive-up window at the bank — remember those? — and listening to Rush as he was telling a story. There was no political angle to the story he was telling, but the acrimony, sarcasm, and biting humor he wielded like weapons had me laughing out loud.
When Rush and his wife moved from Sacramento to New York, all their household belongings were moved by a national moving company. Rush and his wife flew and expected to furnish their New York apartment with the belongings after they arrived.
They never arrived. Never. Ever.
My recollection is — and this goes back 33 years now — that Rush ranted about this moving company on his show every day for several days. At first, it was just “When will they find our stuff and get it here?” He would recount his numerous conversations with company officials — I don’t think he ever named them because he didn’t want to risk getting sued — about the status of the search for his belongings and their assurances that they would be found — while commenting on the seeming impossibility of losing a full-sized trailer load of household belongings being hauled cross-country by a semi-truck. I tuned in every morning to hear what he might have to say that day about the events of the past 24 hours and the great search for a trailer holding all his earthly belongings. One day he announced that the search had ended. The trailer had simply vanished. Oh well.
In his first few years on the air, his political commentary was always intertwined with humor — usually mocking humor at the expense of some icon of the liberal establishment. I was in my late 20s at the time, so the edgier he was the more I liked it.