The year was 1956, and I was working as a cameraman at the Thomasville, GA, studios of WCTV.
I had been interested in radio as a kid and would hang out at the company-owned radio station just around the block. Jay was the drive-time DJ, and I would pester the daylights out him to let me read the news on the air. He thought it the funniest thing he had ever heard, as I stammered and stuttered just enough to make it a farcical dream in deed.
I later boned up on my diction, using the text from Read more