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If you live in or near Philadelphia you'll eventually be asked "Do you know Mike Bertoni?" A sales-machine-turned-business-owner, Mike is never short of energy or great advice. He's built an incredible staffing agency laser-focused on SaaS talent. His innate ability to excite his audience, be creative with his sales process, and flood the room with positive energy make it clear why PhillyTech has had hockey-stick growth. Hop on some jug handles to the Jersey Turnpike this week to hear how a high-school football star ended up running a staffing company that's quickly becoming a household name.Mike's LinkedIn:https://www.linkedin.com/in/michaelbertoni33/Connect with Jay on LinkedInhttps://www.linkedin.com/in/jayaigner/The First Customer Youtube Channelhttps://www.youtube.com/@thefirstcustomerpodcastThe First Customer podcast websitehttps://www.firstcustomerpodcast.comFollow The First Customer on LinkedInhttp://www.linkedin.com/company/the-first-customer-podcast/

Happy New Year!! The TBRPC friends are back, kicking off 2023 with another Listener Questions ep! They discuss everything from not having heat throughout the month of December, to not having AC in a U-Haul on the Jersey Turnpike in July, and everything in between. Follow TBRPC, Wyatt, Kyle, and Jordan: Instagram: @theboredroom_podcast, @wyattpeakedinhs, @kylegengineering, & @jordanlindley96 Twitter: @wyattpeakedinhs Spotify: Desk Job. & Jordan Lindley Join The Discoredroom (Discord) Subscribe to Guilty Dogs Productions on YouTube

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BDB draft top sports jerseys. Check Instagram or Twitter to see the photos. We also talk a little NBA playoffs and Jersey Turnpike.

The last podcast episode marked the end of a series of excerpts from my upcoming book called, “The Friend at the End,” which tells the story of the major stroke that I suffered in 2011.  As that series began, I was in the prime of my life, all was well, and I was about to enjoy the beginning of the summer season. But by the last episode, the stroke was well underway, I was in the midst of a near-death experience and was facing the possible end of my life.  By the way, if you plan to read the book when it comes out, here's a spoiler alert about the stroke – I lived! Anyway, that series about the stroke was actually a lead up to the next series that's about to begin with this episode. This series will feature some excerpts from my memoir, Wilt, Ike and Me and will portray the times just before and just after my father died of a sudden, major heart attack. I had some remarkable experiences during this time. I think you will find the story fascinating. And it all leads up to a rather enlightening conclusion.   So, let's get into this next series. It begins at the end of the summer of 1965. Our family had a place at the Jersey shore and I had spent the summer there, working at a day camp. But those days had unexpectedly turned into a coming of age, rite of passage era for me, because I had run headlong into a wild teenage romance that was as every bit as hot as the summer was.   The day before the story opens, Wilt Chamberlain had come down to have dinner with us and he had taken me out for a ride in his new car.  But as soon as the ride started, he unexpectedly gave me a quick, but very detailed talk about how not to get a girl pregnant. And so, the story begins…  The next day, as I thought about my car ride with Wilt, I realized that my father might have set it up. The whole thing seemed a bit contrived. Wilt had come down early, by himself. And as soon as we said hello, the next thing I knew, we were driving around in his Bentley and he was giving me a pregnancy prevention seminar. If my father had done it, I had to hand it to him. It was a pretty cool way to make sure I had all the information I needed to keep me out of trouble. But it really wasn't necessary. I had been going to overnight camp for nine years, and other than sports, all we ever talked about in the bunk was sex. And besides, as heated as our interludes ever got, my girlfriend and I were always careful to keep things out of the danger zone.  But now, it looked like things might be about to heat up a bit. There was a chance I could be getting the house all to myself for a few days. Although the idea was incredibly exciting, unfortunately, it was for a sad reason. My mother's uncle, Uncle George, had gotten critically ill and was failing. He probably had less than a week to live. That meant a funeral was coming up, and it would be in Brooklyn. My parents would go, but they wouldn't take me. I never went to funerals. They thought I was still too young.   As Uncle George kept slipping away, I went over the situation in my mind. My parents would be gone for at least a full day, maybe two. My brother and sister were both already back in Philadelphia. He was getting ready for his last year of law school and her college classes were about to begin. All I had to do was come up with a reason why I had to stay down the shore, which shouldn't be too hard.  I could hardly wait. My girlfriend and I had been limited to the back seat of cars, the beach, or anywhere else we could sneak in our steamy escapades. But now, finally we'd have the whole house to ourselves.  A couple of days later, my mother got the bad news. Uncle George was gone. My parents and I sat down for dinner that night, and, of course, the mood was somber. I had only seen Uncle George a few times in my life. He was from my grandparents' generation and lived in Brooklyn. But he had been very close to my parents and I could see the deep sorrow on my mother's face. A big part of me definitely felt sad. But I had another part that was equally as big. And it had just popped the cork on the champagne bottle. My imagination was already drunk.   In my mind, there I was, walking out of the dining room into the living room. But I was wearing a freshly pressed, white tuxedo, just like James Bond, and carrying two martinis. I had no idea what a martini was, but those glasses were so cool, whatever was in them had to be good.  My girlfriend sat on the couch wearing a black, low-cut evening gown, a long string of pearls lazily draped around her elegant neck. She crossed her shapely legs and dangled a black high-heeled shoe off the end of one foot. I handed her a martini. She took it and moistened her lips with her tongue. Then she brought the goblet up to her mouth. Oh, man, this was going to be great. “Duv?” I heard my mother's voice calling, from somewhere beyond the fairy dust. “Duvid, are you OK?” I was still waist-deep in my dreamworld and must have looked pretty distracted.  “We know how hard it is,” she said sympathetically. My parents had a quick conversation in Yiddish. And then the killer came. “Duv, we think it's time – we think you should come with us to this one,” my mother finally said. “Huh?” I grunted. I heard exactly what she said, and I knew what it meant, but I hoped like hell I had gotten it wrong.  “To the funeral, to Uncle George's funeral,” she explained. “We talked it over, and we think you're old enough now. You really should come with us. It's time.” I thought my head was going to explode. “Oh no! Oh my God, no!” I shouted silently. “This can't be happening!” But as I looked at them, I knew immediately that I was going. End of story. Dream dead.  I kept a calm, pensive expression as if considering the wisdom of the idea, but I was devastated. A moment earlier, I was a step away from romance heaven. Now, instead of being alone in the house with my girlfriend, doing God knows what, I'd be sitting in a long car ride with my parents, driving up to my first funeral. Reluctantly, my imagination switched from sex to death.   “Listen, Shortstop. I know how upset you must be,” my father said. A master of the double entendre, he really knew how to say things without saying them. I realized that he probably knew exactly what I was planning to do with the house. In fact, I'm sure he knew it long before I did.  “But this is a perfect one for you to go to,” he continued. “It's exactly right for you now. You were close enough to Uncle George that it matters, but not so close that it's gonna be a killer. It's always a good idea to get one of these under your belt before you have to go through a big one, you know what I mean? One that really hurts.” It was obvious what he was referring to. His parents, my beloved grandparents, were getting older. Before too long, they'd both be gone. I had to accept it; going to this funeral made perfect sense. For a lot of good reasons, it was definitely the right thing for me to do. And besides, I had no choice. The next morning, as we started off for Brooklyn, both my parents were solemn. They had long, fond memories of Uncle George, and also, he was the last member of his generation to go. That always adds an extra dimension to a death. Now your generation becomes the oldest in the family. And every time someone goes, it hits you on a deeper level than before… that in reality, the bell tolls for thee. It was a quiet ride. But as we got closer to Brooklyn, my father began instructing me on the process of burying someone you love. He explained what a funeral home was, what would happen when we got there, what it would probably be like at the cemetery, and what would happen at the shiva back at the house. We pulled up to the funeral home, went inside, and were greeted by a large group of relatives from my mother's side of the family. We all hung around together for a few minutes. We didn't get to see each other all that often, so we couldn't help being glad, but it was obviously for the wrong reason. It's amazing how much a funeral is like a party, only it's not.  We all went in and sat in the middle rows. I could see the lid of the open coffin over the heads of the people sitting in front of us. According to my father's instructions, I knew that soon we'd walk past it, and I would see a dead person for the first time. I started to prepare myself. “It's not really real yet,” my father muttered in my ear. “Maybe it's a mistake. Maybe it's even a dream. But when you go up there, and you look in and you actually see him, and you know it's really him, then it's real. Then you know it's over.” “OK, Ike, let's go,” my mother said to him. I felt him stiffen a little. Emotionally, everybody knew she was fifty times tougher than he was. “Yeah,” he said with a sigh. “Yeah. OK.” I braced myself for whatever was next. We stood up and went to the front of the room. We walked up to the coffin, and I looked in to see what was left of Uncle George. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. He didn't even look real. Actually, he looked like a figure in the wax museum on the Boardwalk. Still, it was clearly him, and he was clearly dead. My father linked his arm in mine as we stood there staring at the lifeless form. “Now it's over,” he said quietly.  We went back to our seats, and the service began. The rest of the day was uneventful—a standard funeral followed by a burial at a huge cemetery. Then, we headed back to the house for a couple of hours with some of our favorite relatives. That was the nice part of a rather sad day.  On the ride home, once we hit the Jersey Turnpike, I actually felt pretty good. I had gotten one under my belt, and it really wasn't all that bad. So that's the end of this episode.  As subtle as it was, this marked the beginning of a major change in my life and things really start to build as the series continues. As always, keep your eyes, mind and heart open and let's get together in the next one.

The Bright Session's Lauren Shippen (@laurenshippen) returns to talk about the next chapter in Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief! Since we didn't talk about Hades the video game last week and the team goes to the underworld in this episode, YOU BETCHA WE TALK ABOUT HADES. Topics include: title ambiguity, Pumpernickel Pictures, Capitol Records, the Eye of Sauron, Valencia Blvd., rugs, tortoise shell shades, Tower of Terror, Pirates of the Caribbean, Barry Manilow, The Jersey Turnpike, Kansas shade, Rocky Road, unfazed, RPGs, The Lion King, jambalaya, and more!— Find The Newest Olympian Online —• Website: https://thenewestolympian.com• Patreon: https://thenewestolympian.com/patreon• Twitter: https://twitter.com/newestolympian• Instagram: https://instagram.com/newestolympian• Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/newestolympian— Production —• Creator, Host, Producer, Social Media, Web Design: Mike Schubert (https://schub.es)• Editor: Sherry Guo• Music: Bettina Campomanes and Brandon Grugle• Art: Jessica E. Boyd— About The Show —Is Percy Jackson the YA series we should've been reading all along? Join Mike Schubert as he reads through the books for the first time with the help of longtime PJO fans. Whether you're looking for an excuse to finally read these books, or want to re-read an old favorite with a digital book club, grab your blue chocolate chip cookies and listen along. New episodes of The Newest Olympian every Monday!

On this week's Fully Equipped, hosts Jonathan Wall, GOLF's Managing Editor for Equipment, Andrew Tursky, GOLF's Senior Editor for Equipment, and Kris McCormack, True Spec Golf's VP of Tour and Education talk this week's biggest gear stories including Rory McIlroy tossing his 3-wood on to the Jersey Turnpike, Collin Morikawa's cereal inspired head covers, and Cam Champ testing a PING i500 long iron. The episode then concludes with an exclusive interview featuring Golden Age Golf Auctions Founder Ryan Carey.

On this week's Fully Equipped, hosts Jonathan Wall, GOLF's Managing Editor for Equipment, Andrew Tursky, GOLF's Senior Editor for Equipment, and Kris McCormack, True Spec Golf's VP of Tour and Education talk this week's biggest gear stories including Rory McIlroy tossing his 3-wood on to the Jersey Turnpike, Collin Morikawa's cereal inspired head covers, and Cam Champ testing a PING i500 long iron. The episode then concludes with an exclusive interview featuring Golden Age Golf Auctions Founder Ryan Carey.

HELLO and welcome to HELL PASO'S BEST MOTHERFUCKING PODCART, R CUBED! Roaming Reigns Radio! I'm your host and humble narrator JUAN CENA.....ERRRRR.....Roman. It's just that people have selective vision back east. They Can't C ME. But I saw them see me! Ha! Anyway, I'm BACK in HELL PASO, my home and native land. I love it here. Even after being anywhere else I always love coming back to my little slice of the desert. My own Tattoine. We kick things off with The Mars Volta, the home town homie heros! I listened to them on the flight back from Jersey! Red Bank was a trip. Mentally and physically it was a trip. A vacation! I drove down the Jersey Turnpike while WOKE UP THIS MORNING was playing! I avoided toll roads. I went to Leonardo, NJ to the Quick Stop! I met lots of new people on the plane, at the airports, and in Red Bank. I also visited the old site of the Stash. Etc. More on that in this or future episodes. I also recount some of the week's current doings. This one is a fast paced one, so watch me for the changes and try tp keep up. Jersey trip and Frank 5 day in the books! RE-SPECT! WALK! Whaddaya say? Thank you for listening and for the support. Fuck you Soundcloud. Thank you Anchor and Spotify. Thank you all listeners and lets get AT OUR WORST to come back! ORALE! I love you all. AL RATO VATO! LATERS! Enjoy! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/roaming-reignz/message

HELLO and welcome to HELL PASO'S BEST MOTHERFUCKING PODCART, R CUBED! Roaming Reigns Radio! I'm your host and humble narrator JUAN CENA.....ERRRRR.....Roman. It's just that people have selective vision back east. They Can't C ME. But I saw them see me! Ha! Anyway, I'm BACK in HELL PASO, my home and native land. I love it here. Even after being anywhere else I always love coming back to my little slice of the desert. My own Tattoine. We kick things off with The Mars Volta, the home town homie heros! I listened to them on the flight back from Jersey! Red Bank was a trip. Mentally and physically it was a trip. A vacation! I drove down the Jersey Turnpike while WOKE UP THIS MORNING was playing! I avoided toll roads. I went to Leonardo, NJ to the Quick Stop! I met lots of new people on the plane, at the airports, and in Red Bank. I also visited the old site of the Stash. Etc. More on that in this or future episodes. I also recount some of the week's current doings. This one is a fast paced one, so watch me for the changes and try tp keep up. Jersey trip and Frank 5 day in the books! RE-SPECT! WALK! Whaddaya say? Thank you for listening and for the support. Fuck you Soundcloud. Thank you Anchor and Spotify. Thank you all listeners and lets get AT OUR WORST to come back! ORALE! I love you all. AL RATO VATO! LATERS! Enjoy!--- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/roaming-reignz/message

On this second episode the Jersey Turnpike boys discuss New York playoff basketball, the NFL draft, and the Devils recent moves. Finally, a friendly wager is made regarding the MLB season.

Walker travels back in time to her first anniversary with Trent. She recognizes some of the warning signs from oh so many years ago. Music & sound in this episode:License type: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/Crowded house-ish remix of Fresound #320124.mp3 by TimbreLink: https://freesound.org/people/Timbre/sounds/320196/Piano Loop 1E71 by SetunimanLink: https://freesound.org/people/Setuniman/sounds/234106/Wondrous 1l61 by SetunimanLink: https://freesound.org/people/Setuniman/sounds/269275/License type: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/Rl-004 by Sam__JonesLink: https://freesound.org/people/Sam__Jones/sounds/219573/Car Trunk C by Taira KomoriLink: https://freesound.org/people/Taira%20Komori/sounds/211915/Fan Back Womp by AugdogLink: https://freesound.org/people/Augdog/sounds/203006/C0005i_c by ThanvannispenLink: https://freesound.org/people/thanvannispen/sounds/61672/Warm guitar rhythm intro by QuetzalcontlaLink: https://freesound.org/people/quetzalcontla/sounds/458425/Calm Synthesizer, B by InspectorJLink: https://freesound.org/people/InspectorJ/sounds/361529/

North, South, East & West- We’re the news that informs you best. Texas— Do something Joe. The border’s out of control says our man in Texas.   Kansas— Bruce Springsteen, bard of the Jersey Turnpike, lost his way in the Great Plains. The story from the real man who occupies the exact center.  Michigan— Black […]

Rolling late night down the Jersey Turnpike myself and Chip discuss our favorite bar stars and some interesting shenanigans. Follow King Rickie Rozay across all social media: Twitter Instagram Facebook Snapchat @ambassadorbigz Read his blog Merchandise available --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/tales-of-an-epic-nature/message

TRAVELOGUE AMERICA PART 1 OPEN ROAD I want an open road I want to drive away But nobody got a second chance Giving up too fast I want to play my hand But nobody got a second chance I Will crawl to you I will die for you But I warn you I cry too I want an open road where the wind it sings out loud A tune that's meant to drown another's pain I need an open road I got to fly away 'Cause the pressure's enough to drive a man insane What'd you say to me Oh why can't I see What's so goddamn wrong with me Oh why can't I see Break it down I want an open heart so I can say just what I feel But it's hard to start when you got to sonic boom I want an open book I got to write my story true So the end won't ever no never come too soon Dave - guitar and vocal Brendan - bass, production Ryan - drums ROAM, SUCKER, ROAM Running away from no place Turning away from god's grace Constantly getting outpaced Roam, sucker, roam Running away to nowhere Pay a toll to get there Wet and cold and laid bare Roam sucker roam A twenty dollar phone card Left in someone's back yard But you ain't got nobody to call Oh no Like a license plate in Braille Like wine without a grail Nobody's there is all Alright Roam, sucker roam There's a light that shines on Friday It's hovering just past the one way Got nothing much left to say But roam, sucker, roam Like the devil out of hell I guess it's just as well Because he swore he'd never tell Roam, sucker, roam You know that trying to lose is still trying Laughing at pain ain't crying Sucking at life ain't dying, my friend Like the space between two walls Like a door without a hall Like a spring without a fall Alright Roam, sucker, roam Dave - mandolins, vocals Joe - harmonica Brian - bass Wil - drums CRAZY FUCKER Sup Creamy thighs Druggy "fuck me" eyes Scarred and high Drinking all the time She wakes up Brushes off the crust Says out loud "A cocaine wheel don't rust" I said "what?" She goes to the homeless shelter Raises her arms high above her Goes to work and shakes her titties Goddamn man she sure looks pretty She's a crazy fucker Sucks her thumb These depraved men are dumb Shoots her gun Garter full of ones She's wasted dancing kind of shoddy Pukes all on her naked body She's a crazy fucker Dave - guitars and vocals Joe - guitars and effects Brian - bass Wil - drums and percussion HERE WE GO Well I'm a small town schlub and I hate the big city Can't smoke in restaurants the bitches pay to be too pretty Everyone's a fake with their cell phones ringing Fucking punk jerks condescending money clinging Guns and tons of chalk outlines drawn all over me Dead trees, kids on crack, high financing with smack Got your suit and tie zombies And your phony show business fucks They suck life sucks so what So I'm headed on out to the strip club desert Gonna get me a woman proceed out west To the smooth Pacific Ocean way of west Mexico Here I Go here I go Here I go Here I go yeah Well I was running from the law by the age of 15 Stole an El Camino bound for New York City I did a hitch in the service but I missed Bush's war thank god Well they booted me out dishonorably I couldn't take their fucking rules fuck the USA And I'd like to kill the president but really what for All's I'm looking for's a door Well I knocked off a liquor store somewhere in Brooklyn Hit the Jersey Turnpike bound for Ef El Ay Took a right on 85 somewhere in Virginia Hit the strip joint watch the ladies dancing for me Emotionally retarded's what they called me in the service I beat that doctor down with the back of my hand Anyway I met a stripper she was barely 18 At least that's what she told me Who am I to say Yeah I fucked her in the bathroom spilled whiskey on my shirt Then we headed for the desert The warm warm desert When the sun came up I said "hey, my name's Billy" She said "I'm Charlene" I said here we go Here we go Sleeping outside with my gun in my hand I glanced at Charlene as she snored so softly The crickets were loud and the cars on the highway Made it sound just like the beach Well I kissed Charlene She awoke slowly then she folded my socks Damn near 95 degrees it's barely 9:30 That's summer for you, babe, south of the Mason Dixon Line Yeah we gassed up that El Camino threw the gun under the seat Drove down through Alabama bound for New Orleans Here we go Dave - guitars. mandolin, banjo, vocals Joe - guitars, string quartet Brian - bass Wil - drums TROUBADOR BOSTON, RIVERBOAT GAMBLER Troubador Boston, riverboat gambler That's my nom de plume But I ain't ever wrote down anything My brain ain't got t the room You can find me on the Mississippi Gambling noon to noon A Derringer strapped to my leg A garter on my shoulder blade These Alabama chumps are made I used to be a football player the endzone was my home My roguish charm's well documented I got a roving bone Vegas she's too dry for me so Bilouxi is my home Blackjack. baby, roulette too But poker's my rapscallion glue I've won in Cleveland Phoenix too My fortune she just grew and grew I got a yacht in the Gulf waters true My novel she's a thing of beauty atmospherically It revolves around my gambling ways for everyone to see I'm working on a prequel it's called "Me When I Was Three" I'm a literary tour de force But nothing's written down of course The women they want more and more Of my troubador troubador troubador troubador As long as I'm a novelist hell well I'm a painter too The whole wide world's my canvas and my gambling is the glue I'm an artist cursed with luck, oh well I'm gonna get my dew phew Troubador Boston, riverboat gambler I'm an artist rolling dice Dave - banjo and vocals Joe - harmonica Brian - bass Wil - percussion ALABAMA BAR Alabama bar is far from home When you are Apache you're just wrong Rebel flags fly high up on a pole Give me whiskey for to sooth my soul Got into a card game close to three Charlene sitting pretty next to me Call me Billy Redfoot that's my name You rednecks best be packing all the same You see Ever since I went away There's too much at stake for me to stay Anywhere Tripping back to the Ante Bellum south Cotton field slaves dying hand to mouth A comet tail flies scorching through my brain Good god I think I've gone insane I took my winnings rumbled out My head was spinning all about Charlene took the keys and flew I got more than woes and blues I'm cracking up Sweating through my vision shame Questing crying towards the flame Floating listlessly I see I see my daddy hangin' from a tree No that's me Alabama bar I say so long To fight for glory never seemed so wrong There ain't much to keep me anywhere Me and Charlene shouldn't even care Dave - guitars and vocals Joe - slide Brian - bass Wil - drums and glasses FBI MAN FBI man Go man go man Interstate at night The moon is my streetlight Gonna find that Billy Redfoot son of a bitch Interstate at dawn Got my holster on I'm a searching on I'm John Wayne Man Go man go man FBI man Go go go man Dave - guitars and vocals Joe - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and vocals Wil - drums and vocals DIRTY SHAME What a shame Dirty shame All the same Dirty shame yeah It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame Lordy me Glory be Mercy me Glory be yeah It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame JOE! Holy shit It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame Oh looky here Dave - guitars and vocals Brendan - bass and production Ryan - drums THE ABBEY There's a little rock and roll bar with hillbilly Sundays Way down on Decatur Street I done crawled inside a whiskey bottle And I kind of lost my feet God I miss my woman sitting home in ol' B'more I'll drink until the sun comes up And then make love to the hotel floor But as for now I'm on Decatur Street The Circle 9 Acoustic Tour's a drunken fiasco Bars don't close in New Orleans But right now it's time to roll Headed west to Vegas load the van and hit the road We're a hundred mile an hour pharmacy With a rock and roll, payload We left out livers on Decatur Street Livers on Decatur Street When I get home I'm going to sleep for forty days Make love to my woman 'til the Christmas holidays Go to Iamp's and then proceed to pound In honor of that little Nawlins bar that me and Kassy found The Abbey on Decatur Street DA Leave me alone and go suck a bone and Get the fuck out of my shit Thanks a lot, dick You dumb stupid prick You eat shit you stupid motherfucking dumbass You fucking dumbass You dumb piece of trash You chump bitch ass You stupid ass son of a bitch Go fuck yourself Get your head out of your ass You eat shit you stupid motherfucking dumbass You fucking dumbass Hell I never thought I'd see An ass as dumb as you can be Never in my life You eat shit you stupid motherfucker Man you suck You stupid fuck You idiot bastard fuck face Fuck you Fuck ball You eat shit you stupid motherfucking dumbass You fucking dumbass Dave - guitars, vocals, lap Joe - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and vocals Wil - drums and vocals TEXAS THUNDERSTORM She floated down from Oklahoma She left destruction in her wake She aroused me and cleansed my visions She destroyed me oh My spirit aches We roll through Texas And dodge tornadoes It's noon but midnight I feel reborn My gun is warm in Charlene's soft caress Making love in this Texas Thunderstorm You know that Texas She feels so mighty You always You have far to go I saw Agent John Wayne Pull his pistol So I shot him whoa Here we go Dave - guitars and vocals Joe - guitars and string quartet Brian - bass Wil - drums

It’s always the biggest guys who know how to play it cool.  “Big” Rob Snyder is a musician at heart who started his journey to Nashville later than many, but has made up for lost time. His Springsteen-esque crooning gives us southern charm by way of the Jersey Turnpike.  Check out his powerful new single, […]

On a hot summer day in 2008, a traffic jam on the Jersey Turnpike turns into a violent encounter. Get your 7ms merch - https://www.7minutestoriespod.com/

Bitch Sesh is ringing in the new year with amazing guest host Ira Madison III (RIP Casey), the hilarious Jennifer Zaborowski and lots of JUICY Bravo talk and we don't mean just juicy Joe Guidice.  There's the hot goss about Denise and Brandi in the sheets, new suspendered TOM TOM servers to discuss, and the ponytail pull heard 'round the...Jersey Turnpike. Plus we dream of a Vander-spinoff that just takes place in overpriced shitty house in Valley Village and we would watch EVERY. MINUTE.     This episode is brought to you by Rothy’s (www.rothys.com/housewives) and Third Love (www.thirdlove.com/housewives).

Ian's got a pair of high-profile guests this week - New England Patriots KR/WR Cordarrelle Patterson (15:30) and Indianapolis Colts rookie linebacker and Defensive Rookie of the Year candidate Darius Leonard (39:40). As usual, Tom Pelissero and Mike Garafolo cleared their calendars to join the show, though Mike had to phone it in from the Jersey Turnpike this week and Tom couldn't manage to find his clothes in time. The guys talk about the New York Giants starting what looks like it's going to be a fire sale (5:00), the Amari Cooper trade to Dallas (29:30) and manage to begin a discussion about Hue Jackson potentially taking over play-calling duties in Cleveland with an extended conversation about jalapeño tequila (35:00). All that, plus the start of what looks to be the NFL Podcast Beef of 2018 (50:50) as Mike takes umbrage - yes, umbrage - with the fine folks at MMQB. Look out, Albert Breer: we're coming for you.

For Ethan Brown ’08, the journey to disrupting the meat industry began with his childhood, which he split between an urban life in Washington, DC and his family’s Holstein cattle farm in rural Maryland. The connection to animals and the food system informed his innovative idea. After a successful career in clean technology, Brown began to feel disconnected from his upbringing. “It started to really manifest itself when I had to make choices for my own children,” Brown says. “I can remember being on the Jersey Turnpike and stopping to get something to eat with [my children] at Subway. I was ordering a ham sandwich or something for the kids. And here we had these pigs we kept as pets — and the whole thing just got to be ‘Wait, my life is not making sense to me.’ I needed to make a change.” After that epiphany, Brown founded Beyond Meat, a company that produces 100-percent plant-based products with the taste and texture of meat. Brown’s vision for the future of protein is one which improves human health, reduces the environmental strains caused by meat production, and addresses animal welfare concerns. The success of Beyond Meat — now found in more than 20,000 stores nationwide, always in the meat aisle rather than the “alternative” protein case — relies on “relentless innovation.” “We want to innovate so fast that when people try to replicate they’re chasing ghosts,” says Brown. Brown fosters this innovation by letting go of ego and surrounding himself with experts, something he learned from the Oracle of Omaha himself. “I try as hard as I can to surround myself with people who I think are better than I am at what they're doing,” he says. “And that's a tried and true axiom. It really makes sense. And that comes back to Columbia. What does Buffett say about great businesses? It’s management.”

On this episode of It's Complicated, we’ve got Jaclyn Marfuggi in to help us dive deep into the #MeToo campaign, our game We Like the Jersey Turnpike and our nightcap Jersey Juice!

On this episode of It's Complicated, we’ve got Jaclyn Marfuggi in to help us dive deep into the #MeToo campaign, our game We Like the Jersey Turnpike and our nightcap Jersey Juice! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/itscomplicatedpod/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/itscomplicatedpod/support

Remember a few years ago when Amazon introduced that mysterious device called a Kindle? People worried that electronic readers would replace traditional books. Turns out the death of the hardcover was greatly exaggerated. Also, the expression "bump and grind" doesn't always mean what you think. Plus, the origin of jet black, the roots of fugacious, a game called Goin' to Texas, and how to punctuate the term y'all. And is there anything express about espresso? FULL DETAILSRemember the olden days of 2007, when Amazon first introduced the Kindle? Oprah named it her Favorite New Gadget. Some people thought e-readers signaled the death of hardback books, but as Nicholas Carr notes in the Wall Street Journal, only 16% of Americans have purchased an e-book, while 60% say they have no interest in them at all. What is clear is that no matter the medium, people are reading more in general."I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump n' grind," sings the R&B star R. Kelly, referring to the hip-thrusting dance that's all the rage with kids these days. While some people use the phrase the old bump and grind to refer to the daily grind of workaday life, it's probably better not to use it unless your job involves, well, bumping and grinding.Alan from Austin, Texas, asks: How do y'all punctuate the contraction of you all? Is it y'all or ya'll? You'd think it'd follow the pattern of she'll and we'll, but y'all is an exception to the rule.A while ago we talked about the drink called a suicide, also known as a Matt Dillon. That's when the bartender pours whatever's dripped on the bar mat into a shot glass and some lucky fellow downs it. We've heard lots of variations from listeners, including the Jersey Turnpike, the Gorilla Fart, the Buffalo Tongue and the Alligator Shot. Strangely enough, it's yet to be called the Tasty.Our Master of Quiz John Chaneski has a game from his home borough of Brooklyn. For this quiz, he gives us the definition of a word, plus its Brooklynese definition. For example, "a couple with no children" and "a synonym of ponder" are both known as what?Why do we say something is jet black? It doesn't have anything to do with aircraft. The jet in jet black is the name of a black semi-precious stone, which in turn takes its name from the part of Syria where it was found in abundance in antiquity. Dan Henderson of Sunnyvale, California, sent us a great cartoon of two guys at a bar. One says to the other, "Explain to me how comparing apples and oranges is fruitless?"Is master a gender-neutral title? James from Seattle, Washington, hosts a local pub quiz night, where he's known as the Quizmaster. But, he wonders, would it be appropriate to call a woman a Quizmaster? Of course! Many titles, like Postmaster or even actor, have come to be gender-neutral. We wouldn't say Quizmistress because mistress has taken on a specific connotation--namely, the female lover of a married man. For more on gender and language, Grant recommends University of Michigan professor Ann Kurzan's book Gender Shifts in the History of English.Hey kid, hey kid, give 'em the saliva toss, the perspiration pellet, the damp fling, deluded dip, the good ol' fashioned spitball! An essay on baseball slang from 1907 sent Martha off on a search for more of these wet ones.In Chicano English, the word barely, which traditionally means "just happened," can also mean "almost didn't happen," as in I just barely got here. This locution apparently reflects the fact that in Spanish, the word apenas can mean either one of these. The Chicano use of the barely in this sense is a calque, or loan translation, which occurs when a pattern from one language gets transferred to another.Our earlier conversation about sign language reminded Martha of this quote from Helen Keller: "Once I knew only darkness and stillness…my life was without past or future…but a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hand that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped to the rapture of living."One of our listeners was visiting the Orchid House at the San Diego Zoo and happened across the word fugacious, meaning "blooming only briefly." The word can also apply to one's mood, and shares a Latin root with "fleeting" words like refuge, fugitive and subterfuge.Is there an express in espresso? Nope. Cafe espresso is literally "pressed-out coffee." So the name espresso has nothing to do with the speed with which espresso is made. The term express, on the other hand, as in express train, derives from the idea of "directly," or "specific to a particular destination." It's the same express as in expressly forbidden, meaning "specifically forbidden."Mary, from Royal Oaks, Michigan, says she once confused a friend by offering to relieve her of snow shoveling duties with the question, Can I spell you? This usage of spell, which refers to substituting for a period of time, has been deemed archaic by Merriam Webster, although we believe it's alive and well.Bill Watkins from Tallahassee, Florida, is having a tough time knowing which setting to use on his microwave. He figures this moment of indecision while standing there with your finger poised over the buttons deserves a name. His suggestion: microwavering. What do you call that children's game where you hold hands and spin around until you're too dizzy to stand? Sally Jarvis, who grew up in Eastern Arkansas, says she and her childhood playmates called it Going To Texas.Latin phrases are commonly misused, but there's perhaps no better example than Vampire Butters' butchering of per se, which simply means "in itself," in this episode of South Park.This episode was hosted by Grant Barrett and Martha Barnette.....Support for A Way with Words comes from The Ken Blanchard Companies, celebrating 35 years of making a leadership difference with Situational Leadership II, the leadership model designed to boost effectiveness, impact, and employee engagement. More about how Blanchard can help your executives and organizational leaders at kenblanchard.com/leadership.--A Way with Words is funded by its listeners: http://waywordradio.org/donateGet your language question answered on the air! Call or write with your questions at any time:Email: words@waywordradio.orgPhone: United States and Canada toll-free (877) WAY-WORD/(877) 929-9673London +44 20 7193 2113Mexico City +52 55 8421 9771Donate: http://waywordradio.org/donateSite: http://waywordradio.org/Podcast: http://waywordradio.org/podcast/Forums: http://waywordradio.org/discussion/Newsletter: http://waywordradio.org/newsletter/Twitter: http://twitter.com/wayword/Skype: skype://waywordradio Copyright 2014, Wayword LLC.

Remember a few years ago when Amazon introduced that mysterious device called a Kindle? People worried that electronic readers would replace traditional books. Turns out the death of the hardcover was greatly exaggerated. Also, the expression "bump and grind" doesn't always mean what you think. Plus, the origin of jet black, the roots of fugacious, a game called Goin' to Texas, and how to punctuate the term y'all. And is there anything express about espresso? FULL DETAILSRemember the olden days of 2007, when Amazon first introduced the Kindle? Oprah named it her Favorite New Gadget. Some people thought e-readers signaled the death of hardback books, but as Nicholas Carr notes in the Wall Street Journal, only 16% of Americans have purchased an e-book, while 60% say they have no interest in them at all. What is clear is that no matter the medium, people are reading more in general."I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump n' grind," sings the R&B star R. Kelly, referring to the hip-thrusting dance that's all the rage with kids these days. While some people use the phrase the old bump and grind to refer to the daily grind of workaday life, it's probably better not to use it unless your job involves, well, bumping and grinding.Alan from Austin, Texas, asks: How do y'all punctuate the contraction of you all? Is it y'all or ya'll? You'd think it'd follow the pattern of she'll and we'll, but y'all is an exception to the rule.A while ago we talked about the drink called a suicide, also known as a Matt Dillon. That's when the bartender pours whatever's dripped on the bar mat into a shot glass and some lucky fellow downs it. We've heard lots of variations from listeners, including the Jersey Turnpike, the Gorilla Fart, the Buffalo Tongue and the Alligator Shot. Strangely enough, it's yet to be called the Tasty.Our Master of Quiz John Chaneski has a game from his home borough of Brooklyn. For this quiz, he gives us the definition of a word, plus its Brooklynese definition. For example, "a couple with no children" and "a synonym of ponder" are both known as what?Why do we say something is jet black? It doesn't have anything to do with aircraft. The jet in jet black is the name of a black semi-precious stone, which in turn takes its name from the part of Syria where it was found in abundance in antiquity. Dan Henderson of Sunnyvale, California, sent us a great cartoon of two guys at a bar. One says to the other, "Explain to me how comparing apples and oranges is fruitless?"Is master a gender-neutral title? James from Seattle, Washington, hosts a local pub quiz night, where he's known as the Quizmaster. But, he wonders, would it be appropriate to call a woman a Quizmaster? Of course! Many titles, like Postmaster or even actor, have come to be gender-neutral. We wouldn't say Quizmistress because mistress has taken on a specific connotation--namely, the female lover of a married man. For more on gender and language, Grant recommends University of Michigan professor Ann Kurzan's book Gender Shifts in the History of English.Hey kid, hey kid, give 'em the saliva toss, the perspiration pellet, the damp fling, deluded dip, the good ol' fashioned spitball! An essay on baseball slang from 1907 sent Martha off on a search for more of these wet ones.In Chicano English, the word barely, which traditionally means "just happened," can also mean "almost didn't happen," as in I just barely got here. This locution apparently reflects the fact that in Spanish, the word apenas can mean either one of these. The Chicano use of the barely in this sense is a calque, or loan translation, which occurs when a pattern from one language gets transferred to another.Our earlier conversation about sign language reminded Martha of this quote from Helen Keller: "Once I knew only darkness and stillness…my life was without past or future…but a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hand that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped to the rapture of living."One of our listeners was visiting the Orchid House at the San Diego Zoo and happened across the word fugacious, meaning "blooming only briefly." The word can also apply to one's mood, and shares a Latin root with "fleeting" words like refuge, fugitive and subterfuge.Is there an express in espresso? Nope. Cafe espresso is literally "pressed-out coffee." So the name espresso has nothing to do with the speed with which espresso is made. The term express, on the other hand, as in express train, derives from the idea of "directly," or "specific to a particular destination." It's the same express as in expressly forbidden, meaning "specifically forbidden."Mary, from Royal Oaks, Michigan, says she once confused a friend by offering to relieve her of snow shoveling duties with the question, Can I spell you? This usage of spell, which refers to substituting for a period of time, has been deemed archaic by Merriam Webster, although we believe it's alive and well.Bill Watkins from Tallahassee, Florida, is having a tough time knowing which setting to use on his microwave. He figures this moment of indecision while standing there with your finger poised over the buttons deserves a name. His suggestion: microwavering. What do you call that children's game where you hold hands and spin around until you're too dizzy to stand? Sally Jarvis, who grew up in Eastern Arkansas, says she and her childhood playmates called it Going To Texas.Latin phrases are commonly misused, but there's perhaps no better example than Vampire Butters' butchering of per se, which simply means "in itself," in this episode of South Park.This episode was hosted by Grant Barrett and Martha Barnette.....Support for A Way with Words also comes from National University, which invites you to change your future today. More at http://www.nu.edu/.--A Way with Words is funded by its listeners: http://waywordradio.org/donateGet your language question answered on the air! Call or write with your questions at any time:Email: words@waywordradio.orgPhone: United States and Canada toll-free (877) WAY-WORD/(877) 929-9673London +44 20 7193 2113Mexico City +52 55 8421 9771Donate: http://waywordradio.org/donateSite: http://waywordradio.org/Podcast: http://waywordradio.org/podcast/Forums: http://waywordradio.org/discussion/Newsletter: http://waywordradio.org/newsletter/Twitter: http://twitter.com/wayword/Skype: skype://waywordradio Copyright 2013, Wayword LLC.

Remember a few years ago when Amazon introduced that mysterious device called a Kindle? People worried that electronic readers would replace traditional books. Turns out the death of the hardcover was greatly exaggerated. Also, the expression "bump and grind" doesn't always mean what you think. Plus, the origin of jet black, the roots of fugacious, a game called Goin' to Texas, and how to punctuate the term y'all. And is there anything express about espresso? FULL DETAILSRemember the olden days of 2007, when Amazon first introduced the Kindle? Oprah named it her Favorite New Gadget. Some people thought e-readers signaled the death of hardback books, but as Nicholas Carr notes in the Wall Street Journal, only 16% of Americans have purchased an e-book, while 60% say they have no interest in them at all. What is clear is that no matter the medium, people are reading more in general."I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump n' grind," sings the R&B star R. Kelly, referring to the hip-thrusting dance that's all the rage with kids these days. While some people use the phrase the old bump and grind to refer to the daily grind of workaday life, it's probably better not to use it unless your job involves, well, bumping and grinding.Alan from Austin, Texas, asks: How do y'all punctuate the contraction of you all? Is it y'all or ya'll? You'd think it'd follow the pattern of she'll and we'll, but y'all is an exception to the rule.A while ago we talked about the drink called a suicide, also known as a Matt Dillon. That's when the bartender pours whatever's dripped on the bar mat into a shot glass and some lucky fellow downs it. We've heard lots of variations from listeners, including the Jersey Turnpike, the Gorilla Fart, the Buffalo Tongue and the Alligator Shot. Strangely enough, it's yet to be called the Tasty.Our Master of Quiz John Chaneski has a game from his home borough of Brooklyn. For this quiz, he gives us the definition of a word, plus its Brooklynese definition. For example, "a couple with no children" and "a synonym of ponder" are both known as what?Why do we say something is jet black? It doesn't have anything to do with aircraft. The jet in jet black is the name of a black semi-precious stone, which in turn takes its name from the part of Syria where it was found in abundance in antiquity. Dan Henderson of Sunnyvale, California, sent us a great cartoon of two guys at a bar. One says to the other, "Explain to me how comparing apples and oranges is fruitless?"Is master a gender-neutral title? James from Seattle, Washington, hosts a local pub quiz night, where he's known as the Quizmaster. But, he wonders, would it be appropriate to call a woman a Quizmaster? Of course! Many titles, like Postmaster or even actor, have come to be gender-neutral. We wouldn't say Quizmistress because mistress has taken on a specific connotation--namely, the female lover of a married man. For more on gender and language, Grant recommends University of Michigan professor Ann Kurzan's book Gender Shifts in the History of English.Hey kid, hey kid, give 'em the saliva toss, the perspiration pellet, the damp fling, deluded dip, the good ol' fashioned spitball! An essay on baseball slang from 1907 sent Martha off on a search for more of these wet ones.In Chicano English, the word barely, which traditionally means "just happened," can also mean "almost didn't happen," as in I just barely got here. This locution apparently reflects the fact that in Spanish, the word apenas can mean either one of these. The Chicano use of the barely in this sense is a calque, or loan translation, which occurs when a pattern from one language gets transferred to another.Our earlier conversation about sign language reminded Martha of this quote from Helen Keller: "Once I knew only darkness and stillness…my life was without past or future…but a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hand that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped to the rapture of living."One of our listeners was visiting the Orchid House at the San Diego Zoo and happened across the word fugacious, meaning "blooming only briefly." The word can also apply to one's mood, and shares a Latin root with "fleeting" words like refuge, fugitive and subterfuge.Is there an express in espresso? Nope. Cafe espresso is literally "pressed-out coffee." So the name espresso has nothing to do with the speed with which espresso is made. The term express, on the other hand, as in express train, derives from the idea of "directly," or "specific to a particular destination." It's the same express as in expressly forbidden, meaning "specifically forbidden."Mary, from Royal Oaks, Michigan, says she once confused a friend by offering to relieve her of snow shoveling duties with the question, Can I spell you? This usage of spell, which refers to substituting for a period of time, has been deemed archaic by Merriam Webster, although we believe it's alive and well.Bill Watkins from Tallahassee, Florida, is having a tough time knowing which setting to use on his microwave. He figures this moment of indecision while standing there with your finger poised over the buttons deserves a name. His suggestion: microwavering. What do you call that children's game where you hold hands and spin around until you're too dizzy to stand? Sally Jarvis, who grew up in Eastern Arkansas, says she and her childhood playmates called it Going To Texas.Latin phrases are commonly misused, but there's perhaps no better example than Vampire Butters' butchering of per se, which simply means "in itself," in this episode of South Park.This episode was hosted by Grant Barrett and Martha Barnette.....Support for A Way with Words also comes from National University, which invites you to change your future today. More at http://www.nu.edu/.And from The Ken Blanchard Companies, whose purpose is to make a leadership difference among executives, managers, and individuals in organizations everywhere. More about Ken Blanchard's leadership training programs at kenblanchard.com/leadership.--A Way with Words is funded by its listeners: http://waywordradio.org/donateGet your language question answered on the air! Call or write with your questions at any time:Email: words@waywordradio.orgPhone: United States and Canada toll-free (877) WAY-WORD/(877) 929-9673London +44 20 7193 2113Mexico City +52 55 8421 9771Donate: http://waywordradio.org/donateSite: http://waywordradio.org/Podcast: http://waywordradio.org/podcast/Forums: http://waywordradio.org/discussion/Newsletter: http://waywordradio.org/newsletter/Twitter: http://twitter.com/wayword/Skype: skype://waywordradio Copyright 2012, Wayword LLC.