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Gary Burbank

RIP to a legend. First radio personality I became a big fan of. His restaurants introduced me to proper southern BBQ and burgoo.


 
Don't forget this recording - rest in peace, Gary Burbank
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And if you lived in the Tri-State area or passed thru on I-71 or 75, and you listened to his show on "WLandW", you had to make at least one pilgrimage to his chain of Burbank's Real BBQ restaurants when they were in operation.
 
His Earl Pitts, American segments were an afternoon staple on many country stations across the US, including KXLE in Ellensburg, WA, usually around 4:50, also weekday mornings in the 8:00 hour.
Thanks for the memories, Gary. I'll always remember those catchphrases and his satire towards American culture and politics. RIP
 
Okay. One more kinda odd radio story about a radio groupie and a DJ named Burbank. I was all of 19 and doing what ever I could to make minimum wage and get some time inside a radio station. One afternoon I’m dispatched to an air freight office in a nearby big city to pick up the radio station's new air studio board.

I walk in, introduce myself and explain what I’m there to pick up. The somewhat attractive but clearly older woman at the counter smiles when I mention the radio station and somewhat flirtatiously gives the immediate response of how A) she "listens to that station"…and B) then adds as a badge of honor that she had once briefly “lived with Gary Burbank. You ever heard of him?”

Stunned by her candor, I explained that I had. Though I certainly was highly uncertain as to what a proper reply to her one time living arrangement might be. That following weekend, she called the request line during my Sunday overnight shift suggesting we meet. Smart enough to realize that she was likely far more than I was able or willing to handle, I kept the call brief. She never called again.

Years later, I’m reading Burbank’s book. There's one section that briefly mentioned a young woman he once knew while at WAKY. I’ve always wondered if that woman and the air freight clerk were one and the same.
 


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