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Busy Me

Ted Gresham – April 2026

Getting Things Done

For the past few days, I’ve been trying to get some things done on here. I wrote a piece about me and my dad the “Radio Man.” Behind the scenes I’ve been working on a page that will display my history by date. That one’s going to take some time. I published a piece about me being in school and how I was picked on and such. And I did a few changes to the site. Not bad for a crippled guy, eh?

I’m looking at ways at least some off these stories and essays can be turned into audio. I don’t have the facilities or equipment to do decent audio, though. I might use an AI to do it for me. Dunno, we’ll see.

I’ve been exploring ways to earn a few bucks to help me pay for this site and maybe put a few bucks in my poor poor pocket. I have added a “buy me a coffee” button, so be nice and help out. OK? I’ve added an option to be added to my weekly updates. I’ll send a short email once a week if you sign up for it. Please do!

That’s the short and sweet of it today. Thanks for stopping by. Come back soon, there will be more. See the “updates” section of the main page.

Later!👍

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