I know spring is supposed to be the time of new beginnings,
but for me it’s always been fall. For
example, at my first radio job, WQCM in Hagerstown, Maryland, I was hired in
September. (I was, however, fired the
next May. “New beginnings” and all that.)
My second radio job started that fall, at WTSN in Dover, New
Hampshire. A much better experience all
around, starting with autumn in New England. My daily drive to work was
decorated with spectacular fall foliage. WTSN was located along aptly-named
Back Road, which was lined with maples, birches and other trees that were such
bright shades of red and yellow that I wondered where they plugged the trees
in.
Somehow, I managed to not get fired the next spring. Instead, I met my wife the following fall. WTSN’s
midday jock had left for a job in Richmond, Virginia, and I took his shift. I
had to train the woman who was taking my place on the 7 to midnight shift.
After I showed her how to work the board, I walked into the next room, turned
on the speakers and smiled. She was
great from the first break on, with a smooth delivery and a smile in her
voice. A couple of months later, we were
getting something to eat at a downtown restaurant when I told her something
like, “If you’re not careful, I’ll marry you.”
She wasn’t careful.
We did get married in the spring. So far, she hasn’t fired me.
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