It was Saturday, January 5, 1991.
I was working at the Mermaid, the supper club, sports bar, bowling alley and nighclub in Moundview where I’d been spinning records, three nights a week, for a little over two years now.
One of our regular features was the Saturday night live appearances from “Mister Ed”, a disk jockey at KDWB. He’d come out to the bar, talk on the mobile mike, hand out prizes, and generally work the room (for a nice little fee).
We had a pretty good working relationship; I ran a great floor when I was working, and I set up his appearances pretty well. We got along – which was better than most of the club jocks managed.
It’d been over three years since I’d been out of radio.
And then, it occurred to me; for the first time in three, almost four years, there was a radio guy with some clout who actually had a good opinion of me.
As the evening ground to a close, and Ed was sipping on his drink, I made my move.
“So – if I was trying to get back into radio, would there be anything I could do at KDWB?”
“Sure”, Ed said without skipping a beat. “Absolutely! We could use a weekend screener!”
And as fast as I could memorize the details, he said I could start next Saturday, working with Kris Adams and Spyder Harrison.
And that was that. I was back in radio.
A little, anyway.