My boss, the radio station I was at for the final four years of my career
was a guy named Evil Jack who was actually the opposite of his nickname.
His name was Evil Jack but he was a teddy bear of a guy
and he, myself and our production director
were refugees of New Hampshire's biggest and most successful rock station
which you know here's the downside of the radio industry. Radio station gets sold,
all the good people get fired. It happened to me twice
and we all wound up at this radio station in the Lakes region of New Hampshire
and here's what made Evil Jack amazing to me. I mean I already loved the guy.
We had one big flagship station and we had a little AM station
down the hall. In between in the hallways was a classic rock station that the owner
had bought the frequency for just so nobody else
would buy it and compete with them and it was running some classic rock satellite
garbage radio.