My Life in Radio...

SIGN ON.

My actual birth announcement as mailed to my Uncle Harvey and others I can’t stand, late in 1942. My father spent the next three years on a battleship in the Pacific, single-handedly sinking the Japanese Navy.

TROUBLE WEST OF DENVER.

On the air in Alaska. August 1963. Behind me is an example of Tlingit folk art, ahead of me was a better job.

Photo by Birt Hilson.

INCREASED RADIATED POWER.

Sept. 1965. Long John Nebel liked me about as much as I liked him, but his was the only all-night show in town where the guests claimed to have been in flying saucers and had the ability to levitate. The photo was taken at NBC Studio 5B (30 Rock Plaza) from where “Monitor” originated on the weekends. The glass behind us is where Radio City tours went by almost continuously, forcing one and all to wear neckties (except Long John).

TONIGHT’S GUEST STAR.

August 1974. A chance to watch, interview, listen to and have lunch with a radio immortal. You’ll never guess who picked up the check at lunch.

TRANSCRIBED FOR PRESENTATION AT A MORE CONVENIENT TIME.

January 1974. Far from the chaos and confusion of network radio, I settled into the peace and tranquility of owning my own company, meeting the payroll and dealing with customers.

RETURN TO THE SCENE OF THE CRIME.

February 1998, taken at the CBS net studios on W. 57th Street in New York. The same Ampex 354s were still in use! The Otari deck, the console and the cart machines were new. The IBM tab card reader had been replaced by a slightly more sophisticated computer. It was my first visit in 27 years and only two people actually remembered me. Have I changed that much?
Sic transit gloria radio!

Photo by Gary Scherer.