As you know, I am currently hiking the Appalachian Trail. I was interviewed recently by someone who wants to pitch a show containing the interview to Oprah Winfree.

You can vote for that show by going to Click on own, as in own your own TV show. Search for Jessie Baker. You can vote more than once. Please consider voting for this show. This could really6 get the message out about the independence of persons with visual impairments and the value of adaptive technology!


5 Responses to “Interview”

  1. lisa hoppman Says:

    You can count on me, Mike! Hope you have a way to keep cool!

  2. Pat Zeddies Says:

    Mom (Aunt Kate) showed me your picture, as I had no idea you are currently on the trail. Way to go Mike!!. I’m proud of your “gumption” and willingness to apply your skills to a challenging situation. Good luck in the coming weeks.


  3. Rachel F. Says:

    I will def vote for this show. I am so excited for you. I just stumbled upon your site while reading a book that actually ties into your journey. It is called ” A Walk Across America” and it is very interesting. Good luck on your travels.

  4. Chad Maglich Says:

    Way to go Mike. I have been monitering your hike online. I am happy you are safe and the hike is going well. I will put in a vote on Oprah’s website for you. You are an inspiration to us all. Keep on trudging the happy road to destiny. You are in my thoughts and prayers.

  5. Meredith Stavano Says:

    Might be fun to read these on trail….

    One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a Christmas gift…
    The next year, I didn’t buy her a gift.
    When she asked me why, I replied,
    “Well, you still haven’t used the gift I bought you last year!”
    And that’s how the fight started…..


    My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed.
    I turned to her and said, ‘Do you want to have Sex?’
    ‘No,’ she answered. I then said,
    ‘Is that your final answer?’
    She didn’t even look at me this time, simply saying, ‘Yes..’
    So I said, “Then I’d like to phone a friend.”
    And that’s when the fight started…


    I took my wife to a restaurant.
    The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.
    “I’ll have the rump steak, rare, please.”
    He said, “Aren’t you worried about the mad cow?”
    “Nah, she can order for herself.”
    And that’s when the fight started…..


    My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school reunion, and she
    kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at a nearby table.
    I asked her, “Do you know him?”
    “Yes”, she sighed,
    “He’s my old boyfriend…. I understand he took to drinking right after we
    split up those many years ago, and I hear he hasn’t been sober since.”
    “My God!” I said, “Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?”
    And then the fight started…


    When our lawn mower broke and wouldn’t run, my wife kept hinting to me
    that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take
    care of first, the shed, the boat, making beer.. Always something more
    important to me. Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.
    When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily
    snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched silently for
    a short time and then went into the house.. I was gone only a minute, and
    when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. I said, “When you finish
    cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway.”
    The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.


    My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping channels.
    She asked, “What’s on TV?”
    I said, “Dust.”
    And then the fight started…


    Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, and
    slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked up the boat up to the van, and
    proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I
    pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the
    weather would be bad all day. I went back into the house, quietly
    undressed, and slipped back into bed.. I cuddled up to my wife’s back, now with a
    different anticipation, and whispered, “The weather out there is terrible.”
    My loving wife of 5 years replied, “And, can you believe my stupid husband
    is out fishing in that?”
    And that’s how the fight started…


    My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.
    She said, “I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.”
    I bought her a bathroom scale.
    And then the fight started……


    After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security.
    The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver’s License to verify my age.
    I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home.
    I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.
    The woman said, ‘Unbutton your shirt’.
    So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.
    She said, ‘That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me’ and she
    processed my Social Security application..
    When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office…
    She said, ‘You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too.’
    And then the fight started…


    My wife was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.
    She was not happy with what she saw and said to me,
    “I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly.
    I really need you to pay me a compliment.’
    I replied, “Your eyesight’s damn near perfect.”
    And then the fight started……..

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