Rick Jackson is my daddy-a little strange to go online to find a Charlotte Observer article and have a long list of subjects reading his name on Google. But it's an eye-opener for me. As long as I can remember I've known my dad as a radio man. I sat underneath the turntables by his boots while he recorded (and re-recorded, and cursed and re-recorded again) a spot for an event or a story about Patsy Cline. I can still hear that chair wheel and whir across that hard plastic floor covering. But Dad did more for radio than entertain, educate and charm his audience.
Since we moved here for his VP/GM job at WLNK and WBT 17 and a half years ago, dad has been highly respected by his staff. I beam when I hear Bob or Sheri, Matt or Ramona, Max, whomever, speak of my daddy as if he was their neighbor or their friend. In actuality, he's just about everybody's friend. Before him the managers at the station weren't so well received, and dad's reputation at WLNK is one of high regard-and in the radio market that's a challenge. Furthermore, if you're a reader of Charlotte Business magazine, September's issue boasted my pops on the cover, the article stating that Rick Jackson changed the face of Charlotte radio. And now he's leaving Charlotte...makes me hope I'm still a fan of 107.9 by Christmas. And I do hope whoever takes over can keep me listening.
All I know is, someone's got some big boots to fill.