It was Monday, September 19, 1988.

I called Charlie, the program director at the station in New York. He took my call – always a good sign.

“So – you said to stop by if I was ever in NYC. And I was actually going to be passing through the week of the 17th of October…”

“Great!”, Charlie said. He checked his calendar. He was going to be out of town on the 17th and 18th – but he’d be in on Thursday the 19th.

He gave me the address – just south of Central Park.

And so it was set.

I drove to the travel agency and checked for a cheap ticket for the week of October16th.  And found one.  Real cheap.

Thankfully.

I still wasn’t sure if this was a good idea.  But I mentally crossed my fingers and wrote out a check.

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