On the Air

Don't know how old I was. Had to eleven or older, I suppose. One Saturday, I got in the car with the Geeze (my dad) and we headed down Route 7 from Falls Church to the town of my birth,  Alexandria. Virginia. Not unusual to ride with pop somewhere not knowing the destination. The Geeze was mysterious like that. Many times, we'd head out on a Saturday morning because dad knew that Ronald MacDonald, alias Willard Scott was making an appearance at a new opening hamburger place. He did that so many times, because I was disappointed that I got to be on the "Cousin Cupcake Show" rather than its weekday version, the "Bozo Circus" on WRC-TV Channel 4 (4001 Nebraska Av, NW Washington, DC)
See, Willard was our Bozo and the only one I knew of. I picked up on the fact that the Bozo in the flesh and the Bozo in the cartoon's voices didn't match. In fact I could, and still can, duplicate Bozo's voice as well has his pal, Butchy Boy's.
But this particular Saturday morning found us at the studios of WPIK Radio (The PICK of Country) where we met a dude named Marshall Pack. Mr Pack treated us like celebrities, I guess since dad had once been a copywriter/wannabe announcer for WRRF in ORIGINAL (Little) Washington, NC. Mr Pack interviewed us just as though we were famous. I didn't have then all the amazing fame I now possess (cough)
Dad made sure my young life was anything but boring and I will always love him for it. One day, I may attempt to write a book of HIS life, because he knew some amazing people, had some amazing things happen in his life, but then again, while he always thought Elvis was my hero, that wasn't and isn't true. The GEEZE will always be, because he was the most amazing human being I ever knew.

Dad always had the idea that Mr Pack wrote the gospel song, "Precious Memories." I haven't found that to be true