Life had been a bit of a whirlwind recently. I thought Kidd was hilarious. He was energetic, witty and a true comedic genius. I wanted to meet him one day. Better yet, I wanted to work for him one day. To her immediate left are floor-to-ceiling windows looking into the studio. Henz, a Keller native, has wrapped herself in a blanket, and a digital timer hangs above her on the wall, its bright red font tinting her dark workspace below with a light shade of rose.
Five days a week, a preset alarm chimes well before dawn so Henz can be in the studio by 5 a. I would critique myself and fix the way I pronounced words or the way I said a sentence. I knew it was my passion. It is a. To his left sits the year-old Owens, a perfectly accessorized brunette who can be enticing and witty in the same sentence.
Across the enormous wood-trimmed table, Rasberry takes her seat with her back to the window. Her signature red hair brushes her shoulders. There is a hushed, workmanlike majesty to this ritual until Mack waves his hands to cast out the grogginess.
Marie, Mich. By , David Peter Cradick, known to radio listeners as Kidd Kraddick, had outrun death once before. Aggressive treatments had purged his body of the lymphoma that he had kept secret from even those closest to him. The national syndication of his show poured revenue into his company, YEA Networks.
But if it were to have lasting market value, YEA had to do more than deposit checks from the show. But when he joined Kraddick at Steel, Laughlin was a seasoned pro with a full head of gray hair. The founder of Gap Broadcasting, Laughlin had purchased more than radio stations and merged Gap with Regent to create Townsquare Media. Below Lake Pontchartrain, the Mississippi River snakes through marshland and into New Orleans, where the July heat churns up a swampy humidity.
Kraddick spent the last night of his life at this table with Laughlin, spreading bets across the green felt. By 10 a. A young man at the wheel chauffeured the Kraddick team along U. Minutes later, he turned into the driveway of the Timberlane Country Club. As Kraddick walked toward the low-slung clubhouse, tournament founder Mindi Hartzog threw her arms around him while a camera shutter clicked.
The resulting photo is the first in a series that captured the last minutes of his life. Having skipped breakfast, Kraddick grabbed one of the Chick-fil-A sandwiches being given to the golfers and got behind the wheel of a cart with a sweating Laughlin beside him. Owens followed separately. At the first tee, Kraddick again said he felt bad. So Owens, a golfer, took the first drive of the tournament for him.
Seated on the grass beside the tee box, a nauseated Kraddick spit out his sandwich and quickly cleared his mouth with some Powerade. Laughlin pulled open the ice drawer from underneath the opposite sofa and handed his friend a bottle and Kraddick grasped it. They took time to meet with grieving fans outside their Las Colinas studios. Tom Fox, Staff Photographer. The Ochsner Medical Center-West Bank was less than a mile and a half away, so the driver turned the bus onto Timberlane Drive and began to speed past the houses that line the golf course.
With his own white sports shirt already saturated, a frantic Laughlin pulled Kraddick to the floor and began to blow into his mouth and pump on his chest. The driver raced along and the rear compartment rose and fell like a carnival ride as the pavement alternated between blacktop and concrete.
The more tightly Laughlin grasped for a thread of life, the more quickly it slipped through his hands and drifted away from the bus that was pushing through traffic on the Belle Chasse Highway.
At Ochsner, Kraddick was carried out and placed on a gurney. Laughlin entered the emergency room at his side, searching for but not finding a glimmer of life.
She answered and put it to her ear.
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