Wow, ouch, wow!
Even when I'm down.......
I guess it's all over for now. I'll just return to jiffy lube and do what I do best!
First advice!!!! Girls, I was on the radio for 14 years.. I did something right get over it. Oh and don't just tell me it was WCOJ, because when people you like were on the air there, you act like it was the Taj. (Read and comprehend some of your previous post.)
Second advice!!!!! Start using your radio names on this board. Now that I'm on the beach I can listen to YOUR show.......oh sorry.
I will never, for the life of me, figure out what I did to some of you ladies to make you so bitter that I can actually make you write about me this often (do a search, then....... go outdoors) but for whatever it's worth...(insert enlighting, sensitive, heartwarming thought here.)
For the rest:
Joe Thomas - Great guy, Good friend, top talent. Thanks for the call, it meant alot.
Ron McNeil - You will always be hip but don't break one.
JT Morgan - Feel free to tell everyone what an a** I really am. Talk to you tomorrow.
Art Marple - You hired me so I guess this is all your fault.
Pete Reinert - I will miss the Christmas cookies.
Mary Cantell - I hope all is well. God bless you. He's already gave me Veronica, Caleb, Elias and Aubrey.
Lloyd Roach - Without you and Smerconish, I would be the most hated guy here
Joe Harnett - Class act. Keep an eye on that boy. He might turn out like his father. By the way... got three yeses(?) from California. I guess they will hate me on that board soon enough.
The greatest part is that I had no aspirations to be in radio. Ever. No stories of my favorite jocks. No memories of late night, listening under the covers. No tales of family vacations, travel and the radio in the old buick. But I have been lucky enough to feed my family and enjoy myself while doing one of the greatest jobs ever. The worst part is, like most of you, I was seduced by the lovely siren called radio and bought into her charms. And eventhough I have learned that she is a cruel mistress.............she ain't that bad. California here I come.
Maybe.
Robert James Simon Peter Henson.
(Ain't that funny. I'm a Catholic. I guess my tidth may be a little light this week.)
Did I spell that right?