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Bo Sullivan first began his long career at WHYN radio in 1990 as a sports talk show producer. Bo then moved on to become the host of that sports talk show. In 1993, Bo became the sports anchor and co-host for the WHYN morning show. After a few hiatuses, both planned and unplanned, Bo came back to stay in 1996 as the morning show sports anchor, producer, and co-host.
Born and raised in Westfield, he's now raising his own family there. He lives with his wife Kris and daughters Leighanne and Shannon. When Bo was growing up, his father Richard Sullivan was superintendent of schools in two local communities. Politics runs in the family. Brother Brian is a Westfield city councilor and brother Rick is the city's seven term mayor. Besides transporting his children to various activities including CCD and swimming lessons, he coaches both daughters in three different sports. He also works as a part-time political consultant. In his scarce spare time, Bo likes to golf and is a frequent visitor to the Connecticut casinos.
What does Bo like most about his position at WHYN? For one, he's a big fan of waking at 3:30 a.m. Monday through Friday. He also enjoys meeting the many loyal listeners to the show. His lifelong ambition is to open a sports bar and play Texas Hold 'em every day of his life.
WEDNESDAY…..AND A TOUGH ONE
Is it an anniversary?
Never sure what the right word is.
Time has elapsed, and the psyche of America has to a great extent healed.
Well, maybe not completely healed, but a scab has formed.
Over the years, we moved through an emotional range of shock, horror, disbelief, grief, anger, etc
We seemed for sometime to settle into a numbness that became – as the saying goes; comfortably numb.
We came together as a people, all the disparate personalities seemed to put aside minor (and major) differences and gather in a collective support.
We took solace and comfort in each other and unified in grim acceptance , and a thirst for revenge.
It didn’t take all that long for that to dissipate and for us to return to our default collective persona of self involvement, isolation, and an insouciant return to routine.
Is that a criticism on my part?
Just a legitimate return to the normalcy of this present day culture.
And with all of its negatives, pitfalls, and foibles…perhaps it’s the healthiest state we can be in!
So…where does that leave us this day?
If we go down the political road on this topic, this writing will go on for days.
Instead,I suspect today should be a day for quiet contemplation.
To remember those we lost, and to appreciate those we still have.
To recognize that this life is fraught with surprises..some good some not.
Maybe there is a value in a simple in a psycho-emotional note that can be arrived at today;
You and I are the lucky ones.
The blessed ones, the fortunate ones.
We are still here.
We are thinking talking and writing about what happened.
Consider the issues you face in your life this day. Within your family, your job etc.
The problems you have today that seem almost impossible for you to solve.
And consider how wonderfully blessed you are to have them.
I don’t wish to review and relive some of the ultimate horror of twelve years ago…but I will make this exception.
I lost a good deal of sleep every time I came around to the choice that some had to make that awful day.
When they joined hands and stepped into space.
Turning that over virtually shook the underpinnings of my mental stability.
With that in mind…should you be faced with a difficult choice to make today…
How truly “difficult” can it be?
Finally……should you encounter a first responder today; police, fire, emt…..just look them in the eye and say, “thank you.”
That’s all….just…”thank you.
God Bless you this day and every day.