How I Rescued Sean Hannity

Well, ok, I didn't rescue Sean, the person, but let's not quibble and risk spoiling a good story. ;-D

The week that President Reagan died and was buried, in 2004, was a moment in the Brief History of Time, caught on TV so Americans, present, and future, could ponder the many Cosmic Questions that, with understanding, will help us learn the true meaning of the Legacy of Ronald Wilson Reagan.

One  afternoon I took a load of trash out to the dumpster, a huge monstrosity with an appetite for man's detritus seemingly as big as The Hungry Ocean itself.

This day it was gorging itself on the unwanted overflow from an abandoned abode and I approached with careful wariness as I tried to find a spot to toss my offering.

It was with curiosity that I noticed several books in amongst the bags of trash and, visible but buried half hidden from view under a box of empty beer cans were 3 words on the spine of a trade size paperback:

LET FREEDOM RING

Those red, white and blue words seemed familiar somehow and not just from a song, or speech.

I tried to move the box and as the book fell deeper into the Jaws of this metal monstrosity, ants liberally sprinkled, here and there, around it, I saw the smiling face of Sean Hannity looking up at me, seemingly imploring me to save him from an inglorious demise so he could continue telling America how it can win the war of Liberty.

As loud and clear as the tolling of those bells for The Great Communicator, I heard Sean's distinctive voice calling out to me...

Save me, save me...

so I leaped up onto the rim of the dumpster, leaned far inside, tossing aside books, bags and beer and, beating the crap out of a few dozen (a conservative estimate to be sure) persistent insects grabbed Mr. Hannity by the front cover and pulled him quickly to safety.

It was a glorious moment, worthy of story and song, long to be remembered by those who were fortunate enough to witness it...

Too bad I was alone at the time.

Damn it! Where is a snooping tabloid reporter with a camera, or camcorder, when you need one? ;-D

Ah well, I saved a books life, and that's the important thing.

The book came through its ordeal without a scratch and took its place on my shelf next to dozens of other books.

Continue on to: How I Sent Sean Hannity on a World Tour. 

Well, ok, I didn't rescue Sean, the person, but let's not quibble and risk spoiling a good story. ;-D

The week that President Reagan died and was buried, in 2004, was a moment in the Brief History of Time, caught on TV so Americans, present, and future, could ponder the many Cosmic Questions that, with understanding, will help us learn the true meaning of the Legacy of Ronald Wilson Reagan.

One  afternoon I took a load of trash out to the dumpster, a huge monstrosity with an appetite for man's detritus seemingly as big as The Hungry Ocean itself.

This day it was gorging itself on the unwanted overflow from an abandoned abode and I approached with careful wariness as I tried to find a spot to toss my offering.

It was with curiosity that I noticed several books in amongst the bags of trash and, visible but buried half hidden from view under a box of empty beer cans were 3 words on the spine of a trade size paperback:

LET FREEDOM RING

Those red, white and blue words seemed familiar somehow and not just from a song, or speech.

I tried to move the box and as the book fell deeper into the Jaws of this metal monstrosity, ants liberally sprinkled, here and there, around it, I saw the smiling face of Sean Hannity looking up at me, seemingly imploring me to save him from an inglorious demise so he could continue telling America how it can win the war of Liberty.

As loud and clear as the tolling of those bells for The Great Communicator, I heard Sean's distinctive voice calling out to me...

Save me, save me...

so I leaped up onto the rim of the dumpster, leaned far inside, tossing aside books, bags and beer and, beating the crap out of a few dozen (a conservative estimate to be sure) persistent insects grabbed Mr. Hannity by the front cover and pulled him quickly to safety.

It was a glorious moment, worthy of story and song, long to be remembered by those who were fortunate enough to witness it...

Too bad I was alone at the time.

Damn it! Where is a snooping tabloid reporter with a camera, or camcorder, when you need one? ;-D

Ah well, I saved a books life, and that's the important thing.

The book came through its ordeal without a scratch and took its place on my shelf next to dozens of other books.

Continue on to: How I Sent Sean Hannity on a World Tour.