A lil more Good Friday history: In my first year on the Dawn Patrol, well before my Jesus eulogy, I ventured out to interact with the masses. It was my first time out, while the DP was on the air & it was Good Friday. As per custom, theres an annual pilgrimage to the Holy Cross Immaculata Church in Mt. Adams for the climbing of the steps. (Incidentally EBN was right around the corner from the church then). The faithful arrive early, & proceed to pray the steps, pausing on each one, as the line inches up the long, neverending church steps. So... again, this was my first time out, to interact & hopefully bond wit the DP faithful. First time, it went over fairly well. Standing there with a portable mic, in touch with Eddie & Robin, I asked one of the silent climbers Mind if I pray through? (Im not even a golfer). A few broke their silence with laughs. No harm; no foul. Year two, it was Good Friday & I revisited the scene. EBN was still in Mt. Adams & Id gone out as the Money Bunny. Didnt want to step on the Easter Bunnys thang. No chocolate; just giving out money. This time I was at the top of the steps, in a full blown Bunny costume, complete with rabbit ears, whiskers, lucky rabbit feet, or so I thought. Again the line was dragging; edging up like a snail & just as quiet. This time, from the top, I yelled Can you hurry it up? Ive got Twinkies up here! Maybe a chuckle, but no laughs. Fast forward some years; my Jesus eulogy was behind me now & EBN was in Kenwood. I hadnt worked the steps in Mt. Adams for quite a while. It was suggested (I think by Eddie) I revisit the scene of the crime. Soo our promotions guy Sluggo & I pack up the station vehicle; no bunny suit; no money & head for Mt. Adams. The line is endless. Sluggos a big guy; looks like he coulda been one of those goons on Springer, who stepped in when the chairs started flying. Were down at the bottom, surrounded by silence; I call Eddie in the studio, & announce in a loud, clear voice The FIRST STEP is admitting you have a problem. Glares! Open hostility! The silence was broken; not by laughter; no chuckles. Hissing. I was gang-shushed!! If looks could kill, Id be Ernest Borgnine. Sluggo, whos usually unflappable, was flapping away, tryin to fly away. The faithful crowd turned into the villagers at the end of Frankenstein, with no access to torches. Shoulda gone out on top... with my Jesus eulogy. Whoa. Tough crowd, eh?
Posted on: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 16:56:48 +0000
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