First thanks for stopping by to read about me. I'll try to keep it entertaining for you.
I am a Tulsa boy. I was born right down the street from the radio station at St. Francis Hospital. I lived over by the fairgrounds until I was 12 (in a haunted house!). We then moved to the north side near Apache & Yale where I killed my first man. (That intersection brings back fond memories of when we (cousins Troy, Jason & Ryan) used to use a 3-man water balloon launcher to throw water balloons at the people coming out of the bar that was there. That was fun.) I was probably 11 or 12 when I figured out I wanted to work in radio. I used to sneak out of class while at Nathan Hale High School to go hang out at the radio station. I'm doing exactly what I wanted to do. I had given serious thought about going into the military and wound up married instead. A good trade that I wouldn't change, but I still feel I missed out on that experience. Yes, I'm married and have 2 kids, both a son and daughter. I have 2 brothers and a sister. I spent most of my summers "down on the farm" in Lost City, OK. You know the place right outside Hulbert. Oh, am I boring you now? Well, let's see. When I turned 16 I ran over the menu at Sonic in Claremore. Think about that. The menu is on a post next to your car. I twisted that thing in circles and then sped off as the manager chased after me while shaking his fist. So anyway, back to me, I now live in east Tulsa.
I have a thing for trains. I can't really explain it. My Mom says that from the moment I could talk I was acting like a train and any toy I had I would turn it into a train. I've always wanted to jump into the cab of a locomotive and blast the horn. I figure one day I'll get my chance.
To know me is to make fun of me for my love of Star Wars! I am a geek and am proud of it! I still buy comics (graphic novels) and attend sci-fi conventions. The next time Trek Expo rolls into town, I look forward to meeting my fellow geeks!
My wife has recently become a NASCAR fan. This is a strange development for me. I've never been a big fan even though my Dad once raced. She keeps track of stats and points and for some reason has this natural hatred for Tony Stewart. If he comes on TV selling a sandwich or something, she'll start yelling at him. It's scary. I usually stay out of the living room until the last few laps then I come in and pretend that I care.
My daughter is 13 and is a book worm. She reads books so fast we don't even bother buying them anymore. We just go to the library every other week. She is into texting and is really embarrassed of me. I like to pretend to be her and text her friends. It's always good for a laugh. I carry a shovel in the trunk of my car so I can quickly bury any boys who break her heart.
My son is addicted to video games. He's 10 and is all about the Nintendo Wii and Playstation 3. He is a picky eater and is my payback.
I was built for air conditioning! My Dad would have me and my brother help him in the summers on his trash route. That's right, I rode around on the back of a trashtruck. I am such a wimp though, that almost every morning I would start out the day by puking in some poor guys front yard. I always wondered what they thought when they left every morning with that strange smell coming out of their flower bed. That reminds me, I threw up in the flower bed at the radio station once. It was right where all the smokers stand and I heard all day they were grossed out. I was once producing a show and got sick on the air. I went into the hallway with the trashcan and exploded. I then returned and finished the show. Just recently I got sick here at Mix 96. I made it to the bathroom but not to the toilet. I was actually laughing as I threw up all over the wall. For some reason God gave me a warped sense of humor. I find humor in just about everything!
Never ask me about cars. I do not know what goes on under the hood and I do not care. All I know is the oil needs to be changed and it takes gas to make it go! And go I do! I am a pedal to the medal, no nonsense driver. When I'm behind the wheel it's total go time. I will run you down if you're holding up the fast lane.
Alright, you've read enough. You're free to go. If you want to yell at me for not answering the phone or just want to say hi, here's my email: email@example.com I check it all the time and would love to hear from you. Let me know if I'm playing your favorite song enough or let me know when you are sick of hearing one. It won’t matter but I will read your message.