
Okay ... this may be a little hard to swallow, but open wide; I actually wore a pair of shoes almost identical to these classic and 'styly'
'Huggy Bear' originals.
It was June 04, 1974, a graduation day in Anchorage, Alaska when I figured prominently in a pair of paisley pants adorned by these clogs as I walked down the aisle to receive my diploma, still unsure of my future; much less my career.
Hang with me, there is a point to this short story ... I'm about to unveil the connection between a pair of
GOD AWFUL shoes, thoughts of being
'Cool' and my future as it began to unfold. Who would have thought that something so obviously hideous could have made me look like phony Curtis? And it never dawned on me?
What's it gonna take? Maybe a piano dropped from greater heights to penetrate the hard head I've been accused of having!
After graduation, my family relocated from Anchorage to the pan handle of Florida, now affectionately called GOD'S waiting room when; my mother blurted out the first hint that I was going to be in radio and entertainment.
We were en route down the Alkan highway in late July 1974 when this picture was taken, when my mother made the comment; "Why don't you go into radio and become a disc jockey, you have a very nice deep voice" I just looked at her and didn't give it another thought.
It wasn't until another couple of months when the opportunity presented itself through my father who was listening to a small AM radio station in Niceville, Florida WFSH, a country radio station ... while driving MY truck!
"C'mon boy, I called a radio station and we're gonna drop you off to get a job in radio." (we're - meant: the grandparents, my sisters and mother - all piled in one car).
Honestly, that is the way it happened; I found myself being dropped off to begin a career in radio. Yes I was hired, by Dan Harley, a rather portly man who dressed in black suits, white shirts with a little skinny black tie, had his black hair slicked back, smoked a stogy, drove a big Lincoln and called everyone Ace.
I remember that day like it was yesterday, mainly because of my first lesson in radiology: (learning to pronounce the letter W) but Dan's comment of being able to present an image as a country personality rather than wearing something that a pimp would wear, since WFSH was not a disco station, and if I wanted a job ... I had to understand the requirements went beyond just being behind a microphone.

It was a valuable lesson, that has been long in taking hold, but it's one of those little things from the past that is as important today, as it was then. It has made me remember why I love being in this business, and why I don't want to give up on the dream. Besides, I had the ideology grilled into again in
1983 and that also afforded me the thought; I think I can, and I really LOVE the perks.
I haven't been able to get that thought out of my head, and it's either ruined me, or will make me the success I've always intended to be.
Radio was so much greater in the 'Hey Days' of 40's through the 60's, but; there came a day in 70's and the 80's when I was taught that the freedom of Real Radio, was going back to those days that added so much diversity through ONE individual in a cast of many, who could blend all of those elements into the hills and valley's of a roller coaster ride through music and entertainment.
Little did I realize that it was a comment from my mother, later my father who would put me on this career path, where less than eight months later said, "When are you going to get a real job?"