It was Friday, October 21, 1988.
Only one interview today. But what an interview – at WOR Radio. Gotham’s version of WCCO (more or less).
I met the program director at the studios. We had a brief – maybe fifteen minutes – chat. He seemed to have been very impressed – especially with my voiceover tape.
At the end of the conversation, he asked “So if you’re gonna move to New York, I think I can use you as a staff voiceover guy”.
My heart quickened.
“It’d be nine hours a week at $25 an hour”.
I did the math in my head. $225 a week.
“Interested?”
I smiled. “I’d have to figure out how to make ends meet, but I’m interested, yes”
He agreed – I’d have a lot to think about. We shook hands, and I agreed to call with a decision next week.
I walked up to Times Square.
I could really learn to like this, I thought.
Then, I turned my thoughts to figuring how I could move to New York and manage to earn the rest of a living, on the pretty fair assumption that $225 a week wouldn’t go as far in New York as in the Twins.
I took the train back downtown and took a walk through the Village. I wandered around ’til close to midnight; eating Chinese food and stopping in bars and walking up Broadway way into the thirties, and back, as it got dark. It was a gorgeous night out.
Somehow.
Is this when you met Angry Clown (aka Ratso Rizzo)?
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All you wingnuts talkin’ at me, I can’t hear a word you’re sayin’…
I think you wet yourself
Mo’N: No. Just…no.
AC: Hah!