My friend Bob is on his way… and by on his way, I mean sitting at Charlotte’s Douglas Airport waiting for his delayed plane. He’ll be visiting for a day before heading north to see his son Christopher in Massachusetts.
I’ve known Bob since my first day on radio, back in 1969. Stef is looking forward to quizzing him about those early years. Be afraid, very afraid.
The difference between Bob and me can be characterized by what happened the day I was scheduled to move from Charlotte to Cleveland. Bob had come with me to a tire store on Independence Blvd. in Charlotte.
We decided to get drinks, so I dropped some change in a Coke machine. Bob got his, stuck it in the opener and popped the cap. I did the same–except the soda burst out and sprayed all over me.
His flight is now in the air.