Today is the Tenth Anniversary of "My Ticket Confession"

Ah, Confessors.

A couple of years ago it dawned on me how long I've been doing this blog.

I thought to myself at the time -- I'll keep it going through ten years, then I'll decide.

Forgot about it.

Then looked at the calendar a couple of days ago, and there it was.

I wasn't ready to decide, and, truth to tell, I'm not ready now.

I mean, look at the damned thing.  I get something up maybe once a week, usually not even that often.  There's nothing much new to say about a station that doesn't change that much.  Even the JV have been pretty steady for awhile.

No scoops.  No scandals. No Ticket guys back-channeling me with a tidbit from inside.

Hell, I'm not even a Ticket influencer.

My first commenter?  Michael Gruber.

I look at the dashboard.  908 entries.  That's a lot; that's enough.  Several other Ticket blogs have come and gone, lasting at the most a few weeks before vanishing.  Ten years, that's a nice body of work.  And a nice round number.

But there's that nagging line item -- "Drafts (10)."  Items I've started and put aside for another day.  Some of it is stale, but there's material there for more articles.  And I've got a list of other ideas -- again, some out of date, but some could be freshened up for a new entry.

I've been teasing a big STD (Scorching Ticket Disquisition) for awhile.  It would be about BaD Radio, since I've been able to listen to more of it lately, and for some reason Confessors have the idea that I either dislike or have underappreciated it.  I don't think either is true, and I was going to write about it.

Note, however, that I haven't done it.

The Ticket is ten years older, and so am I.  My life has changed a lot -- O, my Confessors, a lot -- since I started this joint.  I still listen to The Ticket every chance I get and it still means so very much to me.   But I'm not sure I have much more to say about it, and my time -- ah, my time.   So much else going on I'd be happy to tell you about, but it would be of no interest to the Confessor.

But it would explain why I'm giving some serious thought to drawing shut the curtains on the confessional.

But not today.

So spare a good thought for My Ticket Confession and your faithful Plainsman, and wish us a happy tenth anniversary.

And -- of course -- Thank You for Shopping at My Ticket Confession.

Yeah, Mr. P, tell me what it's like to hang around for too long.

Reagor-Dykes CFO Pleads Guilty to Wire Fraud

https://www.lubbockonline.com/news/20190618/former-rdag-cfo-shane-smith-admits-to-federal-wire-fraud-charge

Interestingly, neither Reagor nor Dykes has been indicted, and there is apparently some reason to believe they did not know about the massive fraud scheme.

However, they both personally guaranteed the dealerships'  indebtedness to Ford Credit Co., and a United States district judge has just ordered ol' Bart to pay up his portion of the $110 million indebtedness.  Dykes settled with Ford for around $58 million.

https://www.kcbd.com/2019/05/24/judge-denies-objection-rules-reagor-must-repay-ford-motor-credit/

He and his wife have also been sued on personal guaranties of around $2.5 million by other creditors of the company.


https://www.kcbd.com/2019/03/23/universal-underwriters-sue-bart-reagor-wife-more-than-million/

Culpable or not, this episode has exposed Bart as something other than the warm-and-fuzzy guy who can magically make "any car U want" appear before you.  If anyone were misled on that score.

https://www.lubbockonline.com/news/20181028/transcript-from-reagor-dykes-auto-group-staff-meeting

And I don't know who he's talking to here, but check this out:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0w65vwwKbk

Maybe Tony Romo can lend him a few bucks.

Back

Man, terrible wifi in Europe, even in places where you would expect it to be good.  I didn't opt for an overseas phone plan during my stay, so wifi was it.

Which basically meant -- no Ticket.

Of course, Mrs. Plainsman would not have tolerated much Ticket listening on this voyage anyway.  The Musers would begin the broadcast day in mid-afternoon, prime depressing-ancient-cathedral and dreary-small-towns viewing time, and heading into the less-flavorful-foods-than-one-might-expect dinner hour.

Doesn't look like much of interest went on during my absence, judging from the comments.

Except, of course, the new Summer Bash song.  Doesn't ring a bell with me -- what is it?

Anything else?

Thanks for not blowing up the site during my absence.

To celebrate, I offer you a notable redhead from the past: