Is Rick Wayne re­turn­ing to TALK?

The Star (St. Lucia) - - LOCAL -

They seek him here, they seek him there . . . Hey, you know the rest of that an­cient lit­tle rhap­sody. Or you should. Un­less you also have dif­fi­culty read­ing my fa­vorite comic books, ti­tles of which I shall keep to my­self for now. (By the way, do you sup­pose the rap­pers named what they do after rhap­sody? Some­thing to chew over this week­end, be­sides over-frozen chicken legs!)

The “him” of whom I speak; the him that sud­denly ev­ery­one has re­dis­cov­ered . . . as if ru­mors of his death were not ex­ag­ger­a­tions but truth as only our politi­cians can tell it . . . as if re­ally he had died, gone to heaven and re­turned home, just to prove he could do it. Didn’t he say some­where that he had dis­cov­ered the se­cret to res­ur­rec­tion?

He cer­tainly has res­ur­rected our un­dead coun­try. You can hardly turn on your ra­dio th­ese days with­out hear­ing from him about the prime min­is­ter’s un­re­li­able spokesper­sons—de­clared not trust­wor­thy by the prime min­is­ter him­self.

Let’s not men­tion Newsspin. Clearly he has taken per­ma­nent res­i­dence there, much to Ti­mothy Poleon’s ad­van­tage. But the folks at the other sta­tions aren’t all stupid. On Tues­day the STAR pub­lisher spent 90 nerve-rat­tling (for our politi­cians) min­utes hold­ing forth on the state of the na­tion, the state of the me­dia, the state of, well, let’s say noth­ing es­caped his crit­i­cal tongue.

The best part was that I sat next to him at KAIRIFM. Rick had ac­tu­ally dragged him­self out of bed at 8.30 in the morn­ing, put aside his iPad, for­saken the folks at Al Jazeera . . . just to be with Dale El­liott as he’d promised he’d be, wonky right leg and all.

On Thurs­day he re­vis­ited VENT-FM 93.5, which he says is just about the best thing that has hap­pened to lo­cal me­dia since, well, the ar­rival of the STAR seem­ingly a hun­dred years ago.

For more than thirty min­utes he fielded all kinds of ques­tions, some pretty damn per­sonal. But then, this is a man who in­sists there’s noth­ing pri­vate about his life, so there.

And just when I, for one, thought he’d said enough for a week, there he was again on Mr. Chair­man, shov­ing it to the na­tion’s best brains, the lawyers in par­tic­u­lar, whom he de­scribed as traitors to the land that gave them birth.

And now folks are call­ing for the re­turn of TALK—or some­thing like it. As for Rick, he says he’ll con­tinue to re­main ever-faith­ful to the STAR, re­gard­less of the temp­ta­tions to re­visit old haunts.

----Lashawn Lam­bert

This is Rick Wayne at 8.30 in the a.m. How he shapes up at the same time in the evening, well, only a few know for cer­tain!

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