Remembering Frank Powell

I've kind of been putting this off for a day or so, I just didn't know which angle to take.  Frank was a lot of different things to a lot of different people.  Or as the preacher said at the funeral, "He was controversial."  That got a chuckle from the crowd.

Looking back at my career here in Sedalia, I would say Frank was one of my best radio friends.  Although we weren't as close in the past few years, I still look back at our time working together with great joy.  But from now on, he will no longer be referred to as Frank in this post, but as "Newsboy," which is what I always called him and he called me Denver.

The only thing that made Newsboy happier than laughing was laughing at YOU.  He was the funniest, most irreverent man I knew.  Lots of people try to be funny, or want to be funny, but he was for real downright funny.  He would have been a great morning man other than the whole getting up early part, but he loved news and politics, so that's what he focused on and he was good at it.

I have lots of stories I could tell, like the time we took and ate pizza with the Governor of the State of Missouri.  In the Governor's mansion.  The story is true, the embellishment that Newsboy put on it was not true.  I did not ask the first lady to give me a Pedicure at the dinner table.

Or the time we rented a house boat at the Lake of the Ozarks and crashed it into a tree sticking out of the bank (not what Larry Foster said, that we hit a tree eight miles inland).  The story only gets more crazy from there.

Or the time we saw Roger Clemens strike out 17 against the Royals, and it took four hours to get home because Newsboy waited for every last car to leave Royals Stadium.

I could also tell you more, but I won't here.  I think I'll write that book we talked about...ah hell, you wouldn't believe it...