No joke. I was hitchhiking on Union St. in Bangor when the lady standing beside me stopped to pick me up. Yeah, we kind of knew each other, but that moment put into motion a journey of highs and lows that few commit to these days. After all, isn't that what marriage is all about?

Happy 30th Anniversary to my bride, Shirley. She's the one that I head home to in Levant City and hug at the end of every air shift. Thanks for putting up with me. May the good Lord bless us with many more before he calls one of us home. And let this be a lesson to everyone about the hazards of picking up hitchhiking "Native American County Boys," especially those that profess a desire to work in radio.