My public resignation letter from December 2019 (because I need to post on here again I guess)
I often find myself thinking about one of mankind’s crowning achievements: when Neil Armstrong climbed out of the lunar module and surveyed the moon for the first time. Rung by rung, one of the most famous men in history lowered himself to his destiny. If his actions that day didn’t seal his place in the annals of humankind, his words a few moments later would.
I also find myself thinking about the contingency plan that was in place should the Apollo 11 mission go sideways. The speech President Nixon would have to give in the event Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin were stranded on the moon to die. How different history would have been if those events took place instead of the events that did.
A lot has changed since then. A lot has changed in 10 years.
10 years ago, I was closing in on 22, nervous for my very first interview in the radio business, a medium that has fascinated me since I was a child. I wasn’t sure what to expect from the interview and I don’t know what they expected out of me. It’s probably best for all parties involved that it stays this way.
I had originally wanted to be a drive time DJ that would pass along the weather forecast, cool stories, and other entertaining tidbits that would hopefully entertain listeners. But the job that was open was for news director, where I would do interviews, record newscasts, write stories, cover breaking news and do a whole bunch of other things that I, frankly, wasn’t sure I’d be able to do. I’d been a news junkie my entire life and loved the idea, but I wasn’t sure about actually BEING a reporter. How could I do this? There’s no way. I had no experience in the field at all.
But I told myself I was going to give it a shot.
I remember my interview like it was yesterday. I sweat profusely during the entire ordeal, hoping to give the right answers instead of being myself. After some reassurance, the late Ryan Bender told me to chill. They’d call in a few days and let me know their decision.
I must have done well because I landed the job that would change the course of my entire life.
I had just sworn off relationships a few months before moving here due to some unfortunate circumstances. I told myself I was going to focus on my new career, and let whatever was going to happen, happen. But no women. Not in the cards for me. No way.
I met my future wife DeeDee a few months later and we’ve been inseparable since.
A lot has changed in 10 years.
I got married to an amazing woman and got a phenomenal extended family. I’d receive local and state-level recognition for my work at the Ozark Radio Network. I became a parent. I’ve met people I’ve looked up to for years. And I’ve met colleagues and friends that, frankly, I don’t know what I’d do without.
I’ve been truly blessed beyond measure.
10 years on, and I’m sitting at my dining room table reflecting on this year, where my wonderful wife and I adopted two of our foster children; this decade, which has seen all sorts of personal and professional ups and downs, heartaches and spiritual invigoration; and this wonderful career I’ve had in radio. I’ve had the opportunity to tell some amazing stories, hold truth to power, see fantastic sights, and to live my childhood dream.
It’s something that I could have never imagined when I started down this path a decade ago when my plan was to stay for a few years and move back home to St. Louis. But I love it here. I love the people here. And I am, truly, home.
And none of it, and I mean none of it, would be possible without Tom and Shawn Marhefka. Much like my wife, they saw something in me that I didn't. They took a chance on this pudgy nerd from North St. Louis County who had the determination to be the best in the business. While I don’t think I filled that bill in any way, shape, or form, I’m confident in saying that I always tried my hardest and did my best.
No matter what anyone says, oftentimes that’s all you need to do.
But now the time has come to step down from this rung and onto a new one.
I will be stepping away from the Ozark Radio Network in January to become the new Housing Director at Ozark Action, a job my predecessor held for three decades before becoming the Executive Director of the organization. Those are big shoes to fill, and while I know it will be a daunting task to learn the intricacies of the job, I’m going to be learning from the best of the best.
It’s a weird feeling knowing that everything I’ve known for the last decade is changing. I’m walking away from a great job that I have slept and breathed. It’s equal parts terrifying and exciting. That feeling when the roller coaster’s cart crests over that first hump, or you’re on one of the many, many winding roads around here and you hit a hill at just the right speed.
If you think this is a requiem or a pity party, I assure you it’s not. I think of it as a celebration, because I have truly cherished my time as the Ozark Radio Network’s News Director and I’m proud of what I’ve helped accomplish – helping revolutionize local news and information and providing that information for free.
Beyond the Marhefkas, I want to take a moment to thank my wife, who is my biggest cheerleader, my rock, and my support system. DeeDee has put up with a lot of long nights both pre- and post-children so I can work and do what I do. And through it all, she has been nothing short of a saint. She’s the major key in all of this. Without her love and support I truly don’t know where I would be right now, but I’m guessing it wouldn’t be anywhere near here.
Thank you to all of you who have lent a helping hand when the workload became too much, taken time to talk with me, or made my job easier in any fashion. Whether you were a point-of-contact or a work colleague, you’re a part of this story too.
Finally, thank you to all of you who listened. Those of you who have come up and done impressions of how I say my name. Those of you who want selfies or have asked for autographs which, while I’m happy to oblige, I never have quite gotten used to. But it’s nice to know that there’s that connection. That impact.
My only hope is that I can make that big of an impact in my new position.Before I let you get back to your regularly scheduled Facebook bickering and meme-ing, I do have one thing I want to say: support your local media. Local media outlets, no matter what medium, are important to communities of all sizes. They're the eyes and ears of the population at large. Count yourself lucky if you have a local radio station, or paper, or both. Many communities are losing them at a rapid rate. They can't survive without you, and your community will not survive without them.
Thanks for reading, for listening, for calling, and for being along with me on this ride for however long you’ve been on it. It’s been an absolute blast, and I can’t wait to see what happens next.