Radio

To say that this has been an interesting ride would be putting it mildly.  Summer of 75, I'm nineteen years old and on the air.  Granted it was a closed feed to the dorm rooms of The University of Texas at El Paso.  I still prefer to call it "Harvard on the Border." Never the less, I was on the air; damn it!  I tried to convince myself that there had to be at least one or perhaps even three members of the student body that shared my distaste for higher education.  Surely someone had to be enthralled with the fact that every Wednesday from three till three thirty in the afternoon you were going to hear James Taylor's, "Fire and Rain."