I suppose I’ve been a communicator all my life. As a kid I talked a lot. As an adult, I put it to good use for 17 years in sales and marketing. At the tender age of 38 I reinvented myself and broke into broadcasting, both because being a D.J had always been a secret desire and everyone encouraged me so enthusiastically. As a friend put it after I was on the air for a few years, “All this time we’ve been trying to figure out how to shut you up and now, with a simple ten-cent knob — CLICK!”
Twenty more years, several radio gigs [mostly New York and Philly] and my own commercial production business have successfully shot by since then, so I guess somebody wanted to listen. Today, I live in a log home on a country hillside with an incredible wife, a couple of dogs and several finned and feathered creatures. It’s true ... you don’t have to take a goldfish for a walk.
The kid still alive within, the stranger in the looking glass, and the blur of changes that have marked the march of time tell me that life is the best ride in the park … but the operator runs it too fast, and like most rides, he ends it too soon. Looking back, I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world, of course, nobody has offered it yet.