Ogi says, “Life goes on without me’

by Ogi Overman

It’s been a rough stretch lately. Between a summer cold that will not fade away, two yard sales, a wedding and a change of residence that took two full days and three moving-van loads (not counting the packing and never-ending unpacking), I’m a whipped puppy.

So full has been my plate and empty my gas tank that last week marked only the second time I’ve begged off my YES! Weekly column in almost four years and the first time in almost three that I missed my appearance on “Triad Today.” Coupled with my no longer sitting in with Dusty Dunn on his late and lamented WGOS radio show, I guess this means that I’ve relinquished my hold on being a minor league Howard “King of all Media” Stern.

And, wonder of wonders, the world got along just fine in my absence. To quote the line in “Just A Gigolo” by Louis Prima (certainly not David Lee Roth), “Life goes on without me.”

It’s just as well. I’ve been overexposed in this burg for too long, anyhow. And if my ego needs continual stroking from being in the public eye, then it’s way past time for a refresher course in humility. There will come a time – perhaps soon – when the TV face time and the weekly spleen-venting will have run its course, when it’s time to slow down and bow out gracefully, when it’s time to pull a Hank Snow and move on.

When that inevitability comes, I’d like to think I’m prepared. I’d like to think I’ll be able to ride off into the sunset with no regrets. Rather than be dragged kicking and screaming from my small sliver of limelight, surely I’ll take the hint and hop on the bus, Gus.

Oh, not to hint that my demise approacheth – far from it. I’d like to keep the Omnibus going in some form or fashion as long as there’s a platform for it. It’s been a vehicle that’s served me well (if nobody else) for parts of three decades and eight publications, so I’d like to nurse it at least to the quarter-century mark if possible. It was a dream that I dearly wanted to find a way to pursue, and, through the grace of a power greater than myself, I was able to do so.

I suppose all this maudlin reflection is a byproduct of moving. Saying goodbye to a home you cherished is never easy emotionally, and the physical toll wasn’t exactly a day at the beach, either. I’ve tried to keep most of the things I’ve written over the years, and moving all those boxes from one garage to the next one more time is bound to elicit memories as well as back spasms. My plan is to cull most of them and compile the few that are decent into a self-published book or two, just to have some record of how I spent the bulk of my adult life. Unlike those other books that never got written, this one may actually have a chance at reaching fruition – since it’s already been written. We’ll see.

Then there is another huge project that I’d prefer not to mention at this time. But if and when it begins to approach reality, you’ll be hearing so much about it in this space that it will dwarf my mini-series on reasons to impeach the Duh. And, brothers, sisters and the Sizzling Seventeen, that’s more than a mouthful.

But back to my recent invisibility, by taking a couple of days off, one planned and the other forced by illness, I realized that I’m not a workaholic after all. I actually enjoyed not working, not writing, not beating a deadline, not trying to be cute and clever, not dressing for success, not having to impress anyone. The thought that not having my name and mug shot in the paper or seeing my dazzling neckwear on TV would somehow be deleterious never entered my mind. I’ve long since realized that I’m not all that, and it honestly felt good just to putter around our new crib in my pajamas and let the world around me go its own way. Our cable hadn’t been hooked up yet, our newspaper subscription hadn’t been changed and we had no internet access, but for a few days at least, I was fine with it. I found myself just sitting around listening to the radio.

And the only thing wrong with that was that Dusty wasn’t on it.

Ogi may be reached at and seen on “Triad Today” hosted by Jim Longworth on ABC 45 at 6:30 a.m. Fridays and on WMYV 48 at 10 p.m. Sundays.