The Little Station that Could!

A Time for Everything…

“A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;”

(deep sigh)


Monday morning the news of the tragic Vegas shooting knocked me to the floor inside. I lay there heart pounding , staring at the sky; the clouds inside my mind (that is) of wonder.

What is this country coming to? Why is this happening? What next? Are we at war? Should we make a plan?

Questions were flooding me as I flashed back to Thurston High School; 1998; standing 10 yards down the dark breezeway from a small kid in a trench coat. He opened fire into a group and I watched a large boy hit the cement. My mind was frozen in shock as I stopped in my tracks to fathom what had just taken place. Did a fire cracker sound off in the courtyard? Senior elections were happening  ; maybe a prank. I couldn’t see what was in his hands; again; the hallway was pretty dark.


Gunfire was the last thing to cross my mind. I didn’t see him shoot. I seen the effect of the shot and a group of kids scattered away from the Sophomore lying on the floor. A fight? I still could not put the pieces together. But there he was; plain as day; Kip Kinkel in a trench coat flinging the side door to the cafeteria wide open. He never turned back to look at me. He never turned the gun on me; though he had opportunity in front of him. Petrified I guess; However I still can’t tell you, to this day, why my fight and flight had me sitting like a duck. Why didn’t I respond? Why did I just stand there? Was I a coward? Could I have done more to help the situation? I watched him begin to fire shots into the heavily crowded cafeteria. Screams of horror and High School kids began to trample each other in their panicked attempt to get out of that building.

How did I get away? When did my senses kick in? They did not kick in when it mattered most… Instead My friend jerked me out of my skin and darn near drug me down the hallway. I must have been in shock. My legs felt like jello and the backpack behind me was  like carrying heavy boulders. I clumsily ran down the hall; my friend screaming and crying ; dragging me along.

“Slowdown Freshmen” a senior rolled his eyes and said, laughing over his shoulder. I found my voice, “It’s not funny! theres a gunman! Don’t go that way.” Next thing I know I was piling into a random car along with many kids I didn’t know. Screaming, crying , panic all around me; my tongue would not work; my face was dry and hot; my eyes were wide and I wished it all would quiet down.

Frankly, that is how I feel this week.

That is how I feel today.

I wish it all would quiet down.

Is that selfish?

It just might be.

However, I believe  each one of us has our own survival instincts.

Mine is screaming for peace; clarity; the ability to discern.

Screaming for a break…or a peeling away. I ask myself why not? Maybe I’m not the only one who feels this way.

The need to evaluate.

To observe.

To meditate.

To resolve.

To accept.

To take inventory.

We are all affected in different ways. But one thing is certain I’m sure.

Love is greater than fear.

Yet Love seems to Hide when the darkness closes in.

It is up to each one of us to ignite the flame; to search and dig as deep as we never knew we were capable of digging.

I will not be on the air for lunch today , nor tomorrow morning. I am taking some space to organize my thoughts.

Prayers going out to all victims and their families right now.

Love and Respect,

Jeri James






One of our very own: Mr. Pate

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That’s right, Good ole Freddie was on the ‘Pick me up for lunch’ LIVE DJ HOUR today and filled me in on the Hurricane Harvey aftermath in Texas. He praises the people for being TEXAS STRONG and lending helping hands to any life that matters and no politically correct agendas~! You need a boat, a blanket, a lift, a meal: it don’t matter if you’re black, white, purple or PINK – you matter and help is on the way if by any means possible.

Folks out there with homes beyond repair ; some sitting in 4-5 feet of water and ironically no water to drink in given areas where distributing sources or water plants are down. This means contamination! The influx of need is beyond major relief organizations and Texans are the kind of people who get jobs done ,  rolling up their own sleeves to go out and get dirty if necessary. Freddie has been serving in make shift kitchens some 800 people a night and moving furniture for neighbors or helping elderly with phone calls or anything he can possibly do to provide aid to those around him in distress. He will see to it that your donations get to the local assembly and the goods are delivered directly. He is committed to recovery and wants to let you know, YOU can also  help.: Send donations to the platform listed below and Freddie will personally commit to the supplies reaching their destination. This address is an option if you would like to send a package yourself without the tape of other programs : You can confirm receipt by contacting Freddie at  . IMG_5863

As Far as Life Straws are concerned and Clean Water: I have personally purchased and tested the Life Straw and $20.00 is not a lot of money providing a person in need with up to 260 gallons of 99.999 % clean water!!!!! check out for more information.


Freddie says that a great place to purchase gift cards for redemption in stores in his area will help to serve Clean up efforts such as Lowe’s , Home Depot and Walmart.  Cleaning Supplies are expensive to send , yet still on the hot list ; so gift cards are a convenient option . You can send these gift cards to the mailing address previously mentioned and listed as : IMG_5863

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Mr. Pate says if you can’t do anything, please pray and send your prayers to Texas in their state of Emergency. God Bless You and Yours!!!



Things are out of your control.

It happens.

It’s just the way it is.

Don’t sweat the small stuff.

Make the best of the situation.

I think we have all heard someone older and wiser say these things to us when we fret and worry about.

This too shall pass.

You still have to keep the vehicle between the lines and get from point A to point B.

And when you can’t see the lines, it’s a whole new adventure, so hang on and don’t panic!

I had a friend recently tell me, he had time for nothing! So busy! Can’t keep up! So he complained to God and asked “Lord, what am I supposed to do? I don’t have time!”

By Chance or coincidence? By fate?

(you be the judge)

He shoots himself in the thumb, splitting the bone -down the center with a nail gun!

Suffice to say, things slowed down for this contractor. How would he make it through the month now??? How would he support the family? What about all the jobs he had lined up for the month?

Everything got  placed on hold. Not the family of course-

Instead,  a surprise popped out of the Cosmos—  A  gentleman he worked for, writes him a check…

For several grand!  An advance! Pass Go and collect MORE than $200!!!!

“For all the work you have completed so far, we’ll just cut you a chunk now, instead of waiting until  the projects’ completion.  Besides, you’ve done a marvelous job!!!! ”

So, that whole situation happened; true story.

Was spoken of; and so it goes;

I was  impressed enough to write to you this morning and say…

one day at a time. I haven’t had time to write you much lately; that is- until my lines crashed.

A wiring failure or break somewhere cancelled my live shows this week and the soonest a technician could get out to repair, was toward the end of the week.

So what happens until then?

All goes to heck in a hand basket?


This is the Little Station that COULD.

So I’ll be thinking of you daily ; filling out  plenty of back logs and catching up on desk work and if you’re a follower of the show, you know I’ll be back.

“Talking about a bunch of shift work
A big ol’ pile of shift work
Work seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven”

(Troy Jones)

You might know that one Kenny sings…but either way, my problems are “gnat” funny but small enough to squish with an average sized thumb.

So with  my Texas friends in mind & all they are up against in the Harvey situation;

Prayers and support are coming from Red Dirt Roots Radio; a chance to pray for you all today,  in my “slowing down”.

In our haste and hurry, in our fret and worry; may we STOP!

Let’s look at the bigger picture…

God Bless,

and sincerely,

Your friend,



No Need for a Red Carpet in The Red Dirt

Have you ever seen the rain? Willie and Paula have been known to ask and sing it Oh-so-eloquently.

Yet, Brent Cobb on the other hand says “Aint it funny how a little thunder, makes a man start to wonder, should he swim or just go under…”

He goes on to say “Shine on Rainy Day.”

There will always be the Shadow of doubt without effort…

It starts with an idea. An idea turns into an action; an action turns into a creation;

A creation produces more economy, more ideas, more fruitfulness.

Or it flops.

It fails to produce…fails to grow;

fails to thrive.

I’m not one to suffer long if I have a choice…

I’m committed to try new things, to venture out to make things work or change the course.

However, I believe in the future of this station.

These songs speak for themselves. No need for a red carpet in the Red Dirt.

This is music with the roots running deep, honoring, preserving, remembering.

The farm is not for sale.

The baby will not be thrown out out with the bath water.

If you love  Real Country, Texas Rock, Soul and the likes; if you have original music such as mentioned;

send me an MP3 or wav file to

for a chance to dance in the dirt with the fine and famed

With folks of fury and grit;

a passion untamed; a music in the wild;

captured for your amazement,

released in the form of a torch; pass it on.



RDRR (owner/host)


A Force? Indeed; to be reckoned with!!!!

They say not many womenfolk are  to be found in the red dirt and so the search continues for the heart that bleeds real country, southern rock and a bottle of blues and soul; splashing, pouring, soaking, drenching , seeping into the deep red dirt and one is found!

A girl walks into a bar one night…(no really, no joke…) The rest is history when the phone rings because of impact. Not bad news. Good and better when her voice stood out against the rest…

Kim Linson is  an artist from here in the Great North West; from Chehalis, Washington. She’s a mother, wife, singer, songwriter and local performer. Be sure to check out her latest independent album entitled Side Show on I recently had the privilege to talk with Kim on the phone about her musical background as well as what she is up to now a days in music and what her future goals are. You can catch the full interview on the reddirtrootsradio channel.

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Remind Me Why?

1684311005226713Choose your hard…You know that humbling feeling of not being able to get ahead of the rat race? I had a few too many of those days with trials I felt were over my head. Yet our little hearts can handle more than we think they can as long as we remember to BREATHE!!!

Babies have a recovery rate much greater and  faster than adults! Just visit the cardiac ward and talk with the nurses and doctors on staff and they’ll tell ya how tough those kids are! They say adults take longer to recover because we feel sorry for ourselves!!! I believe it! I feel very sorry for myself when I’m simply having computer problems!

 They’ll always be something to complain about. They’ll always be the idea of not enough or too much. The art of contentment is the goal here. To get to a point of not just “getting by” but rather “tapping in” . Tapping in to the riches of character. The character in others around you…taking time to stop and hear a story…to consider…to listen…to open up and stop the rat race of life…the shallow treading in familiar water or… the deeper we dig in a monotonous rut. So it is; ya step out…ya dream big…you go for it and when you’re tired; just remember…the pursuit of happiness is a blessing—– not a right! Hard work may or may not pay off when ya want it to but ya do whatcha gotta do and there’s contentment in knowing ya did just that with all ya had to give…tears, sweat, work and little to show for sometimes…It’s alright…you’re where you need to be in all that. So keep on keepin’ on!!!

Jeri James