My son was literally born on his show...
I worked as Chief Engineer at the old WHDH 850 from 1989-1994. During the first year, I was charged with moving their studios from Copley Square to the channnel seven studios at 7 Bullfinch Place. Since there is asbestos in the channel 7 building, much of the work I did was night work. I got to be close friends with Larry. He was a great guy, always smiling, always with a joke. He was the first personality to broadcast from the new studios.
Anyway, my (ex) wife was due any time with my third child, and the arrangement that I had with the radio station was that when she went into labor, I would call the station and my two weeks vacation would begin. She went into labor quickly and just after midnight on May 10, 1991, my son Ian was born, at home on my living room floor with two midwives and an acupuncturist present. I called the air studio on the hotline and told the producer Theresa the good news. She put me on hold and the next thing I knew I heard the familiar psssfft of the Telos hybrid. Larry had put me on the air; he wanted to congratulate me personally. In the background my minutes old son was crying in the background. It was GREAT radio and Larry's genuine happiness and delight to the good news came thought the telephone line like the fresh scent of peppermint. Then he discovered that Ian had been born at home with midwives and he got really interested in that! I put one of the midwives on the phone and Larry spoke with her for several minutes-then invited both of them on his show the next week. They did go on with Larry and it was a great show. From that day on, whenever I see, talk to or write of my son, I think of Larry.
Another true and funny story. Back in 1990, Larry married this beautiful, funny and younger woman. Many of you who listened to WHDH at the time might have remembered the wedding-it was in Las Vegas at the (then) brand new Mirage and we broadcast all our shows from there for the entire week-and also broadcast his wedding live.
Anyway, this woman had two beautiful grown daughters, who would visit the station frequently when Larry was there. I mean they were drop dead gorgeous and smart and funny, just like their mother. They worked as (true story) strippers. We got to be friends.
Anyway, a couple years later I went to a stag party for a good friend, who managed an FM radio station in RI for the (then) Outlet company, WSNE. The dinner party was in Saugus at The Hilltop and after that we went to The Golden Banana club nearby. I was sitting near the stage and all of a sudden who walks out but the two girls. They IMMEDIATELY yelled out "DANA!'. I turned around (I had my back to them at the time) and my face got beet red. Needless to say, it was an *interesting* show they did for us that night-I didn't realize they were *THAT* close!
After their show, they both came down and hung out with us. The groom to be got premium treatment from everyone there after that-and it took me a while to live down the gentle ribbings my friends gave me.
First Jess and now Larry. The world is a little less kinder and gentler with both of them gone. I shall miss you, Larry. Godspeed, my friend.
Dana Puopolo