Gallery: My North Carolina Radio Life On National Disc Jockeys Day

Today marks one of those phony baloney awareness days that dot the calendar:  National Disc Jockeys Day.  I normally make fun of these things and ignore them, but hey...this one pertains to me! <g>  I (and we) have been doing this longer than I care to honestly admit.  That being said, it sure beats working for a living.

My father was a newspaper and later freelance commercial photographer.  I remember sitting in his darkroom one night when I was a boy.  He was developing pictures and we were listening to a Houston Rockets game on the radio (or maybe it was an Oilers or Astros game.  We spent a lot of time together like this-regardless of the sports season).  I always thought it must be boring for him to go through the same processes over and over again.  I'll never forget the moment I asked him if he found what he was doing, "boring."  He stopped.  He smiled.  He turned to me and said, "No Bud, I love it.  And I want you to one day find something you love.  I want you to do it with all your heart and to the best of your abilities.  And trust me, someone will pay you to do it.  Then, making a living for your family will be a joy for you each day, not WORK."

As much as I would have hated to admit it at the time, I readily do it now.  Pops was right.  A bad day on the radio beats a good day at work at countless jobs in this world.  I am grateful for each and every one.  Some of which are documented below.  One day I'll go through scrapbooks and boxes of photos in the house and put together a REALLY extensive and chronological gallery of this strange and wonderful life I (and we've led).  What you see below are shots that I found on my phone this morning.  Excluded are the numerous pics of us with musical artists.  That's for another day.  Anyway, here's a smattering of my life on the radio.  Thanks for listening today and always.