And so the time in the bright sun of the main host's chair comes to an end for yet another iconic morning companion for Portland's worker bees.
For some, like Barney, Craig, and Bob, it's a longer and loving farewell, with months of buildup culminating in final broadcasts before full houses in rented ballrooms packed with listeners and dignitaries where a lifetime of memories is played out, even compiled and sold on CD's.
Regardless of how Paul's new role is defined by the unseen powers, this is a major change for him and for his listeners. And though this farewell feels less satisfying to those of us who'd like to raise a toast and applaud him in person, and hear one last time about the exploding whale along with all the other tales that this great raconteur can tell, Paul is due the same high degree of praise and thanks for a very long career of service to listeners and the community as all those other morning institutions who surrendered the chair, whether it was on their timetable or not.
What Tom said above is extremely well put. Paul Linnman is a pro's pro, a hell of a guy, with a huge pair of golf shoes to fill.
Posted on July 10, 2014 - 03:58 PM