I was born at the end of the Baby Boomer generation in Jefferson, Iowa… in time to give the “Greatest Generation” headaches beyond belief… and now to pay for the drugs to keep them healthy in their golden years.  I grew up hunting, fishing, and trapping with my dad and my brothers and sisters.  During high school, I was proud to be part of the Glidden-Ralston Wildcats… currently the only Iowa high school football team to win a state championship in two classes (1975 Class A Champions, 2005 Eight-Man Football Champions).  During my four years playing for Barry Brandt (now Athletic Director for Northwestern College), we never won a state championship, but we did have an undefeated season and an 8-1 season.  I’m proud to say I saw both the 1975 and 2005 championships… but only from the stands.  My high school years also saw me taking part in speech and drama.  I might have gone into acting, but I can’t sing or dance, so the small stage of radio and TV broadcasting called.

After spending a year at Iowa Lakes Community College in Estherville, Iowa, I realized that I wanted to get moving on my broadcast career… so I worked up an audition tape, got some money together, and took off to the legendary Brown Institute in Minneapolis, Minnesota.  Quite a culture shock for a young guy from a very small town to suddenly be in the middle of what seemed like the biggest city in the world.  Great apartment in a rough neighborhood really capped off the experience.  For anyone familiar with the area of Lake Street and Nicollet Avenue, you know what an experience that area could be (it’s been 20 years, so the area might have changed).  After being freshly minted into a new “Brownie,” ready for the radio world, I packed up my ‘73 Gran Torino (the four-door model, not the cool Starsky and Hutch type) and headed for my first real radio job in Lawton, Oklahoma… a town with more pawn shops than I’ve ever seen in 20 years since then.

Three years of spinning records (yeah, we still used actual LPs back then) and starving to death, I decided more money might be the only way not to end up looking like a banned runway model.  Uncle Sam had plenty of money (God knows he got a fair chunk of my puny check), and the Air Force would actually pay someone like me to do the same things I was doing while starving to death… except without the starving.  I remember the Training Instructors (drill sergeants for the Air Force) telling us we had 30 seconds to eat our meals.  Thirty seconds was about 28 seconds more than I needed, so my only question was, “how high can they pile the plate?”  I could actually eat my entire meal before most of the other guys could drink the two glasses of water we were required to suck down before the meal.  It’s a gift after years of trying to keep up with my brothers, who each grew to about 6′4.” After basic training, it was off to the Philippines, where we played radio and TV while coup attempts, typhoons, earthquakes, and even volcanoes exploded around us.  Then it was back to Texas, off to Italy (where I met and married the girl of my dreams), up to Germany, and finally back to Texas, one more time.  My travels with the Air Force as a broadcaster have taken me to more than 30 countries on four different continents… and a belly full of memories.  After 11 years of moving every couple of years, it was time to settle down in one place.  I currently live in Jefferson City, Missouri.  I’ve been here almost seven years… the longest I’ve lived in one place since I was 18 years old at home.  The next chapter remains to be written.