I asked you guys the other day what you remembered about the tornado that hit our area on May 4, 1977. It took a few days, but there have been a lot of very interesting, very scary stories that came straight from you.
I was thinking a lot about some of my experiences growing up in Sedalia since I told you the story about my 4 year old self getting the cops called on me.
You guys, you know I try to get into sports all the time. It seems like every year I try to make some kind of resolution that THIS year is going to be the year I'm gonna start caring about sports. Part of that is because of my Mom.
Father's Day is approaching this weekend. It got me to thinking about all the times we've had with our Dads over the years. I know I've had lots of great afternoons just sitting and joking about stuff on the TV. When I was a kid, sometimes he'd take us out on his dune buggy or on the back of his motorcycle...
My first program director was a bonehead, and how he ever got into radio as a PD is beyond me. New music in those days would come in weekly on a large reel, as in reel-to-reel, and you would get 15 to 20 songs per week. The PD would listen to them, decide what to play and tell us to record them off on carts. Carts were kind of like 8-tracks, for those of you who remember those. However, they wer
Every now and then I catch myself talking to the girls in the sales office about old time radio, and you can see the blank look in their faces when I speak of things like splicing blocks or back timing, cart machines, que burn on records. Oh, man I miss those days. Julie said I should write blog posts about those days because they find them interesting, so if we get response out of this I will.