Dick Kernen

Uncle Dick, I won the DMA for Outstanding DJ on Friday !!! Love to my guru!! Miss Lexy

HOP ON THE CLUE BUS, KERNEN!

Happy Birthday Uncle Kernen!

Happy Birthday Uncle Dick!!! You will see me sooner than you think!

GREETINGS FROM THE HOMETOWN DICK!! JP

Uncle Kernen, Thanks for the add. I cannot tell you how much of a pleasure it is to have you as an instructor... Telling us "stars" how the industry works, has really grounded my thinking. Appreciate every minute if it.

Bernard Jarvis RTV-1-09

Hello sir me again :)! ? could u look at my page to see if it looks professional? thank you so much!

I couldn't help myself, haha.

See you monday night Mr. Kernen.

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"...I used to force reflection on those I encountered as I passed them and I was the one passing because most are usually standing still by themselves, some in groups and certain few start to move by joining me on my stroll, but not too many can walk as long as I've been stepping so with a quick look left and right in mid-sentence I find that I left behind my company; vanished. Let me go back track to pick 'em back up. I come back to where they've stopped…panting, wheezing, gasping for air to tell me that they need to rest because I'm moving too fast to be walking for recreation. I can't help it that my legs are longer than their will to live which now depends on what other people are saying in public while hiding from themselves in private so I stop going back to collect. Now I just appreciate having someone to talk to for a couple of minutes; thanks for trying but I knew from the beginning…I'm in it by myself, on this day, halfway gone. My breaks are quick since I don't need too much rest. I just take a sip so my mouth'll stop being dry and my eyes are starting to lose their tint because my high's coming down to where my ears hear what's been blocked out from the intoxicating thoughts that concealed the hateful jeers that on-lookers threw. Little did they know that, with me moving and they standing, their weak arms were unable to project such rubbish fast and far enough for me to care. As I continue, a bit hungry, I use the inadequacies of them as music because the battery on my mp3 player has died and no matter how many times I try to resuscitate Billy Holiday and John Coltrane, the realness of my fantasy reminds me that they're gone..."

-djPg