gathering dust in the backroom
I have an aquaintance who still like to wear that dumb ass hair and chops on occasion.
Typical car nut guy actually, they almost to a tee live in the sixties.
Or in England.
Hey Rich K,
I looked exactly like that in 1956.
Now I look exactly like you.
Something to do with aging.
I’m glad neither of us look like some of the kids today!
Oh Yea. It don’t appear to be Alan Freed either.
Yeah ... that’s me when I had hair guys. Gosh those were the days. That pix was done in a small station, one of my first on air jobs, and was in the back part of the lobby of the Green Tree Motel, or hotel ... can’t remember. Wait ...it was the Green Tree Inn. Nice place. Enclosed in glass, ppl staying there used to come and watch us, while when we could, we watched the girls through huge ceiling to floor windows that looked out on the hotel pool. At one point in the day the sun came banging its way thru those windows and the shades had to be pulled down. Green Tree was in the desert in Calif.
I’ll never forget the day Chill Wills came in unannounced. This would be 1969 or 1970.
I lean towards 1970. He was still a name in those years. Howdy Cousin he shouts, reaches into a bag and gives me and another DJ there an apple and loudly munches on his own.
He was driving back to LA I seem to recall. Was listening to the station when he got in range and fell by. He was also I do believe, a fraction tipsy.
And I could not believe his car. This huge Caddy Convt, with a pair of bull horns on the hood, and silver dollars stitched all around the inside upholstery and doors and dash.
One could say ... a bit OTT but fun to see.
One day our program directer/station manager whose name |I forget, a nice guy and personable and even after he fired me, I still thought well of him.
What happened was ... and he was honest about it ... some fellow driving our way and listening to the station, came by and told my boss that he was listening to me, and that he was better and would work for less then whatever I was getting. Which wasn’t much.
He also had years of experience and I was at the start of my on air career. So I got canned. Fair enuff.6 years later I was DJ of the Year, and was handed my CMA-DJ plaque on the stage of the Grand Ole Opry.
It never got better than that!NJY ... Alan Freed. Oh boy that takes me back.
Hey ... his name just popped into my head. Good to know part of my memory hasn’t been lost with my hair.
His name was Ron Parker.Was that the “Green Tree Inn” in Victorville, California? I was stationed at George AFB from 1973 to 1976.
Posted by shortyd044
11/17/2015 at 01:32 PM
Sure was. Victorville not as quiet a place as it was then, or so I’ve been told.
Never made it back there again, sorry to say.Went back once in 1988 to visit some friends before the base closed down. I hear now that there’s a high security Federal Prison on site.
Posted by shortyd044
11/17/2015 at 02:04 PM
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