My bio here was written in 2003. I had ChatGPT do a rewrite when I started chatting with her. Decided to give Claude a crack at it.
Let me rewrite your compelling life story with a focus on the cultural touchstones and pivotal moments, taking inspiration from the conversational style of a radio DJ (since that was such an important part of your journey):
Hey there, folks! Let me spin you the tale of a Missouri kid who came of age right at the sweet spot of American culture. Picture this: 1948, Poplar Bluff, Missouri. A farm girl meets a city boy in St. Louis after the war, and boom – that’s where our story begins.
Growing up in Kennett with a radio announcer dad and a mom working at the welfare department, I was your typical Baby Boomer kid, hypnotized by that Motorola TV’s Indian-head test pattern in the early ’50s. Pure Norman Rockwell Americana, folks.
The soundtrack of my life kicked into high gear when The Beatles dropped “I Want to Hold Your Hand” in late ’63. There I was, a sophomore in high school, riding the first wave of the British Invasion. But the B-side of that record was Vietnam, and by ’66, we college guys were all doing the draft-number shuffle.
Speaking of numbers, mine came up 210 in the first lottery – talk about living on the edge! Did a brief stint in law school (thanks for the suggestion, Dad!) until Nixon froze the draft at 195. Then it was time for a career change-up: Postal Inspector in the Pacific Northwest, investigating exploded mailboxes like some rural Sherlock Holmes.
But the turntable of fate kept spinning, and in ’72, I found my true groove back in radio at KBOA, working the overnight shift. The best record I ever played? Meeting Barb at Tommy’s North-End Cafe in ’73 – took six years to make that hit single into a long-playing album, if you know what I mean.
The final track brought me to Learfield Communications in ’84, where I rode the waves of radio networks until the digital revolution came calling. Signed off from that gig on December 31, 2012, but hey – every good DJ knows when it’s time to let the next song play.
And that’s the way this record spins – from test patterns to transistors, from draft numbers to digital networks. What a long, strange, wonderful trip it’s been!