Chuck Wicks
This past week I've been slammed on the road doing a bunch of radio shows. From Seattle to Spokane, Wash., then from
Boise, Idaho to Georgia -- I mean all over the map. Let's go back to Boise shall we? I had a pre-show performance at a rodeo
singing "America the Beautiful." Then, we were all eating chicken and potatoes in a backstage area. The first bite I
took gets stuck in my throat. And when I say "stuck," I mean nothing was going down or coming up! I start to panic and bolt
from the table ... tried drinking water to push it down ... nothing ... water couldn't even get down. I start getting light
headed ... can't talk ... can't breathe ... is this how I'm going to go out?? Now that I've separated myself from the crowd
of people eating I have no one to help. Panic mode strikes again so I start hitting my chest and it's actually working! Some
of it goes down and some of it comes up. Probably real close to passing out and definitely the closest I think I've ever come
to meeting my maker. Now here's the fun part. Twenty minutes later I come back to the table and nobody had a clue what
was going on. They saw me hurled over like I was throwing up from a distance and thought I was just getting sick from nerves!
Sweet. Here's to chewing more! Talk next week! --
Chuck
