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\n<\/a>The author in his natural habitat.<\/i><\/strong><\/p>\n
<\/i>Friends, I had some memorable experiences in my WIDB days, triumphs and tragedies alike.\u00a0 The day Slaga handed over the keys to the Program Directorship embodies the former, while the night John Lennon was killed is over-qualified for the latter.<\/p>\n
But it\u2019s the silly things I remember best. They just seemed to be in the air at WIDB, ready to ignite at a moment\u2019s notice. \u00a0Some return in a flash as indelible images (\u201cJOEY RAMONE ATE THIS BREAD!!!\u201d) and some inspire a more substantial reminiscence.\u00a0 Below is one of a handful of my favorite silly WIDB episodes. \u00a0Fair warning: I don’t swear to recalling events exactly as they happened, etc, disclaimer, fog of war, blah-blah, woof-woof\u2026<\/p>\n
SILLY THING #3: TRAPPED LIKE CARELESS RATS<\/strong><\/p>\n Springtime, 1981.\u00a0 Its Easter break, but we\u2019ve got a staff, so we\u2019re on the air.\u00a0 Wright One is deserted and locked up tight except for the WIDB studios.<\/p>\n Driving to the station one day, I notice dark sky approaching.\u00a0 Heading east on Grand Avenue, I catch something moving out of the corner of my right eye.\u00a0 I turn to look, and the wind is blowing a 55-gallon steel barrel sideways across the field north of Schneider Tower almost as fast as my car is moving. Once at the station, I regale Randy Lynch, John Grayson and Cyril Radwin with my sighting and we all agree that some serious weather is on the way.\u00a0 Then a decision is made to go up the inside stairway of Wright One to the building foyer so we can, you know, \u201cGet a good look.\u201d<\/p>\n So let\u2019s review quickly, shall we?\u00a0 We have the Program Director (Mr. Peace), Music Director (Mr. Lynch), the Chief Engineer (Mr. Grayson) and the News Director (Mr. Radwin), all veteran department heads, all seniors about 60 days from entering the real world, marching up the stairs to a 6\u2019 x 8\u2019 glass enclosure to watch a violent storm blow through.\u00a0 In Tornado Alley.\u00a0 During tornado season. \u00a0Genius convention.<\/p>\n \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Chief Genius Grayson \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Genius Director Lynch<\/i><\/strong><\/p>\n We get up to the foyer and there\u2019s a great view of the gloomy greenish-grey scene, trees waving and bending, cats and dogs lining up to fall from the sky.\u00a0 We point out this particularly volatile gust of wind and that ominous streak of lightning.\u00a0 Chances are good I let fly with a few cries of \u201cAuntie Em! Auntie Em!\u201d \u00a0All great fun.\u00a0 When various bits of plant life begin blowing into the windows with no small amount of force, reason arrives and we figure it\u2019s time to head back down to the relative safety of the basement.\u00a0 Someone turns to open the door leading downstairs and\u2026it\u2019s locked.\u00a0 It had locked behind us when we entered the foyer.<\/p>\n Just a smidge of panic sets in as all three doors (the one downstairs, the one into the dorm and the one leading outside) are tried over and over to no effect.\u00a0 We were quite trapped.\u00a0 I don\u2019t think anyone seriously feared for their lives, but the desire to leave the glass box did take on a more desperate tone.\u00a0 Vandalism began to look like our only savior and in short time we discovered that the big picture window in the foyer was not glass, but plexi-glass.\u00a0 Some pushing and banging ensued and before long it was dislodged from its frame.\u00a0 We squeezed out of the foyer, scurried around to the station entrance and ran inside, laughing at our adventure and no doubt feeling relieved that\u00a0no one would ever find out how stupidly careless we had been.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Mirth on Memory Lane by Kerry Peace (PD, DJ 1979-1981) The author in his natural habitat. Friends, I had some memorable experiences in my WIDB days, triumphs and tragedies alike.\u00a0 The day Slaga handed over the keys to the Program … Continue reading <\/a>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<\/a><\/p>\n