By late July we’re thinking about sitting
neck-deep in anything with cool water … lake, stream, preferably ocean … but
even the bathtub will do.
The open waters of the ocean call to me – I
dream of cruising from port to port, spreading the joy of Old Time Rock & Roll to everyone I
meet. A Boomer’s fantasy, for sure. My yacht awaits …
I would settle for three decks … oh hell, when
you have absolutely no dollars to pursue your dream, you may as well dream big
– I’ll take four. Each with a bar and a jukebox! Yes, even the orlop.

It’s rarely easy and often daunting, to
doggedly chase a dream. If you don’t though, you’ll always wonder what would
have happened if you had. Only one life – live it. Even if your dream is the orlop
of your life, for a while.
While writing, thoughts of selling a million
books or even enough to pay for my time, has never been a focus. I simply want
to document some of the wild-‘n’-crazy true tales behind the microphones of our
pioneering Rock & Roll Radio stations – before they disappear in the dissipating
airwaves of time.