It was Tuesday, August 9, 1988.

I was getting irrationally exuberant.

After my “success” the previous week getting the program director at WMCA in New York to actually ask me for an audition tape – and it was a success, in its own way – I started thinking big.

I called WOR. Perhaps it was the confidence that comes from irrational exuberance, but I got through to the Program Director.

He was a nice guy. We chatted for a bit. He, also, asked for my audition tape.

Wow.

I dug through the book a little more, and found another talk station, up in White Plains.

I had no idea where or what White Plains was, but I called.

He wanted a tape too.

Whoah.