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They told me to follow my passion. I did. We got lost.

She wished her mother could come back to life. The daughter should have been clearer though; the deceased woman’s screams from the urn in which her ashes rest is unnerving.

Night times are the worst.

Former News Talk 780-KOH radio talk show host and 2005 Nevada Broadcast Association Hall of Fame inductee, Bill Manders passed away on May 27, 2019, (Memorial Day) at the age of only 68. He was born in Detroit, Michigan on December 22, 1950.

Reflecting back, it was a very warm Memorial Day 2006 that I first met Bill, during the dedication of the Freedom Memorial located at Powning Park in downtown Reno, Nevada. Bill, whose last name is really Mandelaris, was the driving force behind establishing the memorial, which on that day held the names of 38 Nevada military personnel who had died in Afghanistan and Iraq.

(I have the actual architectural plans, most of the documentation for the memorial and his show-opener that featured Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers singing ‘I Won’t Back Down,’ which were left behind when the powers-that-be canned him and that Bill told me to keep.)

Less than a year later, I found myself working with him. While he could come across gruff on the air, in person he was one of the most kind and genuine people I’d ever come to know in broadcasting.

It came as a shock to me when the management of KKOH let him go from the station mid-contract. But, true to his nature, he landed like a cat on his feet, doing Conservative talk radio in central California.

Bill also received the life-saving transplant of a kidney from 17-year-old Lexi Morris, a senior at Clovis East High School, in Clovis, California, who committed suicide.

Bill was working at Power 96.7 in Fresno, California at the time and often talked about his kidney dialysis and the need for a kidney on his program. Lexi’s father, Jason, listening to Bill’s show decided, along with his wife, Amy, that Bill should be the recipient, which turned out to be a perfect match.

“You know I’ve talked extensively on this program about having to go to dialysis, and that I was looking for a kidney so I didn’t have to do that anymore,” said Bill told listeners. “Well guess what? I don’t have to do that anymore; I got a new kidney. I got a kidney from a 17-year-old girl.”

Later, he spoke with ABC7 saying, “I was in tears when I heard [Lexi’s’] story, but I would rather concentrate on the pluses in her life. She was smart, athletic, she has a great family, and I know she’s up there looking down on me, so I’ve got to honor her.”

He hosted afternoons at KMJ in 2000-03 before his stint at KKOH in 2003-12, returning to Fresno at Power Talk in 2012-14. Bill also co-authored a book in 1999 with Lorita Hubbard, titled “A Clash of Values: Are the Media and Other Outside Influences Undermining Our Family Principles?”

Once Bill’s active radio career ended, he had time for what he really loved – being a grandfather and family man. He semi-retired to Lehi, Utah to be closer to his daughter and grandchildren.

Thank you Bill, for being a good friend, having an ear ready when needed, for following your convictions and and remaining honest and humble to those around you. I will truly miss you.

The blonde haired girl was sitting near the window of her tower and was about to close the shutters when she heard a sound below. Peeking out, she saw a young man free climbing the tower’s stone wall.

His skill was apparent as he found his way to the windows ledge in no time. As for Rapunzel, she stood against the far side of the room in amazement, because he was her first-ever visitor.

“Beg your pardon,” he stuttered as he climbed through the window, “I had no idea anyone lived here.”

Rapunzel was about to reply when a voice was heard from below, “Rapunzel! Rapunzel! Let down your hair!”

“Quick! Hide!” Rapunzel hissed, “If mother finds you, she’ll kill you.”

The man quickly climbed inside the nearby wardrobe and Rapunzel closed the door behind him. She then sent her hair down and waited as her mother climbed up.

“Rapunzel, my darling,” the mother croaked, hugging her daughter, “It’s so good to see — wait – something’s not right.”

The mother looked around the room, before opening the wardrobe’s doors. The man tried to reason with her, but she stabbed him anyway, then stood over him and watched as he bled to death.

“When I said that no one was to enter – I. MEANT. NO. ONE,” the women growled at her daughter, “now clean this mess up and find a way to get rid of that body!”

The woman promptly left the tower the same way she got in. In shock and frightened, the young girl dutifully did as her mother commanded.

Later that night, “Rapunzel! Rapunzel! Let down your hair!”

No response. This time the woman bellowed her order and Rapunzel obeyed.

Instead of her hair landing with its ususal soft flump and because of the body it concealed, the golden locks crashed violently a top of the unsuspecting mother, instantly breaking her neck. Rapunzel quickly retrieved her long hair, tied the ends to the frame of her bed, tossed it out the window again, climbed down, then cut the troublesome hair away, using a knife she held clinched between her teeth, and lived as free woman for the rest of her life.

‘What if…’ is the greatest beginning to a question the world will ever know.

We’ve been working on the displacement project for so long now, that it never occurred to any of us that we may have ruptured the world-line and captured ourselves in an endless and repetitive loop. That is until now…now…now…

With the increase in self-driving vehicles, it won’t be long before there’s a country song about how a man’s truck jus’ up and left him, taking his dog with it.

I think I’ve figured it out — every time I lose a sock in the dryer, it comes back as a Tupperware lid that doesn’t fit a damned thing.

Well damn it, I did it this time. I’ve gone done shot my mouth off.

Now, I can’t find my lips and I really need to reload.

Living in an apartment is a real pain in the ass. I mean how is a professional serial killer supposed to get rid of bodies with out getting caught?

I used to know this super great real estate agent…but…well, you know how it goes.