Ostrich Weekly Forecast: Mar 3

The summer after high school I worked on a packaging line, from which I often heard the resonant voices of the two warehouse guys. One belonged to Scott Kolu, a would-be opera singer and a friend of mine, and the other belonged to—I didn't know his name—the old warehouse guy. And I had this odd, persistent feeling that I recognized the guy's voice. Then it struck me—he sounded just like the erstwhile morning DJ on 104.7 The Heat. I mentioned this coincidence to Scott, and learned, to my stunned amazement, that the OWG was, indeed, that very same DJ. I couldn't quite believe this because:

1. The OWG did not look like a radio DJ. He looked like a guy.
2. If you were a DJ on 104.7, especially before the format change when 104.7 started to suck, you were famous. Every mid-valley kid with a radio, except for the ones who liked Q105 or KFAT, or KFLY for some reason, knew this guy's voice. Could such a man, who had flown like Daedalus, fall so low as a warehouse?

I learned two important lessons that day:

1. A disc jockey may not look the way you imagine him.
2. You never know who might be over in the warehouse.

Such is all to say that the week ahead is ripe for discovering greatness in unexpected, humble places.