I was born in Buffalo, NY, but moved to Florida at a young age so I'm technically a "Florida Cracker." I grew up in Sarasota (go Pine View Pythons!), went to college in Gainesville (go Gators!), and settled into the Port Charlotte area about 20 years ago (what do we cheer for here anyway?).
When my dreams of becoming a Calvin Klien underwear model fell through (I know...look at me! How could they turn me down?) I fell back on the only thing I've ever been any good at - radio broadcasting (how sad is that??). I joined KIX Country 19 years ago and I've seen a lot of things change in that time. The community around me has changed a lot, and the radio business has changed more than I ever thought possible.
Many locals remember I used to have a radio partner, Bob Alexander. Sadly the shrinking economy forced many businesses, including ours, to downsize and now I'm flying solo. That's one of the changes I could really have done without, honestly. I'm probably not supposed to even say that - but I've always been an open book on the radio and I'm too old and stubborn to stop now. Besides, the boss never reads these things anyway. Really! Watch me thumb my nose at the establishment: hey boss - I've been stealing used coffee filters for years! Wow...getting that off my chest was a thrill.
One of the more positive changes in the radio business has been the opportunity for a little town "deejay" to broadcast to a much larger audience, now that we're "nationwide" on I Heart Radio. Be sure to download the app for your smart-phone or tablet today (Sorry, they make me say that). But it's always a blast to hear from people listening in other parts of the country. Even if most of the time they're contacting me just to let me know how stupid my latest opinion was.
Nowadays I call Deep Creek in Charlotte County home, along with my incredible wife Stephane and our baby-boy (of the furry variety) Tooie - an eight pound Pomeranian.
All in all it's been a crazy ride over the last couple of decades - anyone here during Hurricane Charlie can attest to that! I'm hoping that I'll be able to celebrate my 20th anniversary with this station (in November of 2013), but that largely will depend on the local economy. If things get bettter - I'll still be here, so please go out and buy all the new cars, furniture and mattresses you can afford! The more YOU spend, the more likely there will be a need for me to stay put. So, by all means, run up a butt-load of debt and let's make this thing happen!
Seriously, thank you for a long and rewarding gig so far. And by rewarding I mean mentally, emotionally and even spiritually - but certainly NOT financially. Not a complaint, just a clarification!
Good Morning Kix Country
I would like to share this politically correct version of "Tis Was The Night Before..." with you in the spirit of the holiday season this morning.
Twas the night before a non-denominational or denominational celebratory day, when all through the residential dwelling, either rented or owned, not a creature was stirring, not even an evolution-advanced, sentient, small furry species that must be respected. The hosiery which may be worn by any person regardless of gender (or gender identity) was hung (in a gentle manner using recyclable materials) by the chimney with care, in hopes that a follically gifted person of enhanced girth soon would be there. The younger but equally valuable members of the family who may or may not be biologically related to the head of household were nestled (most respectfully and without the possibility of physical discipline) all snug in their beds, while non-drug induced and age-appropriate visions of organic fruit danced in the most non-suggestive manner in their heads. And the female, male or transgendered head of household in his/her kerchief/cap/headwear of choice, and I in my kerchief/cap/headwear of choice, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the lawn/sidewalk/street/space not enclosed by walls, to respect those who cannot afford lawns or who may be homeless, which is a tragic condition that should not be judged-- there arose such a noise of undeterminable origin, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, not produced by any incendiary device, threw open the shutters and threw up the sash.* The moon on the portion of female anatomy that cannot be said on the radio or television due to FCC restrictions of the new fallen snow, gave a luster of midday to objects below. When what to my wondering eyes, or other means of sensing, should appear, or emerge, but a mode of environmentally friendly transportation of compact stature that does not contribute to the world wide concern of global warming, nor uses unreplenishable fossil fuels, and eight tiny hoofed animals that should never be hunted for sport. With a senior citizen driver of a vertically challenged disposition, so lively and quick, not meaning to imply that senior citizen drivers of a vertically challenged disposition are not normally lively and quick…I knew in a moment it must be the follically gifted person of enhanced girth previously mentioned above—but of no denominational significance. More rapid than an avian species that is protected under federal law, his coursers they came, and he whistled, because he was genetically predisposed to whistle, and shouted, but not in an aggressive manner, and called them by name. Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer, and Vixen, on Comet on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! (The folically gifted person of enhanced girth did not mean to call these hoofed animals that should never be hunted for sport by any value-laden or gender specific name as all reindeer, regardless of gender, are provided equal opportunity.) To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall or other point on land that could be viewed by anyone either with or without a home…now dash away, dash away, dash away all! And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof, or any other point of a building within view of anyone either with or without a home, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof… As I drew in my hand, or prosthesis, whichever applies, and was turning around…down the chimney the follically gifted person of enhanced girth came with a bound. He was dressed in an outfit that was comprised of a fur-like material made of hemp from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished with non-tobacco ashes, and soot. A bundle of toys or educational items he had flung on his back and he looked like a entrepreneurial retailer as he opened his pack. His eyes how they twinkled, his genetically inherited facial features how merry, his cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth drawn up like a bow, and the facial hair on his face was as lacking in pigment as the snow or other type of precipitation, depending on the climate. (((The next lines are omitted because of references to smoking and tobacco products without regard to the concern over second-hand smoke which would set a bad example for children.))) (((Again, the next lines must be omitted because of value-laden and biogted references to people of enhanced abdominal girth.))) … a wink of his eye, not meaning to imply anything sexual or inappropriate and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, nor signed to the hearing impaired any indication he was trying to communicate, but went straight to his hourly or salaried union-contracted position recently negotiated and agreed upon by all parties, and filled the hosiery which may be worn by any person regardless of gender and washed in a gentle manner using only recyclable materials, then turned with a jerk (which may or may not be grounds for a workman's comp claim). And laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his mode of environmentally friendly transportation of compact stature that does not contribute to the world wide concern of global warming, nor uses unreplenishable fossil fuels and to his team gave a whistle… And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, or sign to the hearing impaired as he drove, soberly, out of sight…. Happy non-denominational or denominational celebratory day…and to all a good night!
Audi has released a new Mustang in China and it is completely electric... Check it out
While this is a very cool car, I do not see it making any big strides here in the states as it's engine only packs eighty horsepower and a top speed of 64 miles per hour, although the range of 164 miles per charge is very attractive, if you can afford the electric bill that comes along with it.
Yahoo has just came out with a list of the coolest homes to feature architecture that incorporates the natural landscaping with it, I would like to share a few of these photos with you this morning.
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I just wanted to remind everyone that I will be giving away a pair of tickets to see Willie Nelson when he performs at Germain Arena on January 31st, 2012. Additionally,the winner will also receive a 100 dollar gift certificate from the Boca Royale Golf and Country Club in Englewood.
I will broadcasting live from the site of the new Suncoast School Federal Credit Union from noon till 2:00 pm tommorow and all that is asked of you is to drop your name in the box to which we draw a winner from later in the afternoon.
A Sincere Thank you goes to MaryJane Kay Padila for sending me this photo of her unconventional Christmas Tree this morning. If you would like to have your picture of your tree posted on my blog, you can do so by emailing me or sharing it via facebook.