It’s raining in Missouri…again.
My backyard is a damned pond.
Yesterday, as I sat huddled with co-workers in the basement of our building to wait out the tornado sirens, my thoughts turned to Oprah’s last show.
I remember when Oprah came on the air. Our house was a Donahue home…but we added Oprah to our television menu to see what was what. It was the era of the talk show wars…Oprah, Sally, Phil and so on and so forth. One by one, they came and went…except for Oprah…Oprah kept on keeping on.
Over the years I’ve cheered and winced while watching Oprah.
She’s made me proud, pissed me off, taught me new things, made me rethink some shit I already knew, disappointed the hell out of me, and made me wanna wrap my arms around her and hug her for hours.
I’ve cried…with her.
Looking back, it is amazing how much time I’ve shared with Oprah!
And now her show is over and she is moving on to the what’s next phase of her life.
Fare thee well, Oprah...