Wednesday, March 12, 2008

I am thinking about shaving my head on St. Patrick’s Day. The St. Baldrick’s Foundation seems to have a really good thing going and I’d like to be a part of it. I used to wear a crew cut when I was a kid, so I wouldn’t really have a problem with the buzz cut. I would just want to be able to figure out a good way to raise a lot of money by doing it. I’m sure there must be a way to do it with credit card donations or something. I would want to have the money in the bank before the clipper hit my head. Pledges aren’t going to get it done; I want cold hard cash. We’ll see how that all shapes up. It certainly would give our live Saint Patrick’s Day show a nice focal point.

Just for the record, I really am not (or was not) the Emperor’s VIP Club Client-10. I was really Client-11. All kidding aside, I still don’t get how you can spend that much money on a piece of tail and still get arrested for it. It seems like everybody benefitted. I guess the Feds don’t like getting shorted the tax dollars, but with a little legal tweaking, a VIP club like that could be a good deal for everybody, especially those young girls working their way through college. I think I might go ahead and order me one of these Client #9 T-shirts. You can never have too many T-shirts. In fact, I think I might order a bunch of shirts form these people. They are very funny and will make me seem hip and young.

My old friend and mentor Lee Abrams has been hired by the Tribune Company to be their Chief Innovation Officer. I’m not really sure what that means, but I’m hoping it means something good to me, like a daily column and a TV show. Just kidding (not really). Lee is the guy who hired me at The Loop in 1979 and before that, he and I worked together at WWWW in Detroit. Back in the days when general managers were telling me to shut up, Lee Abrams, who was hired to consult both stations, told me to keep talking. He literally kept “management” off of my back and gave me the time to grow into the broadcaster I am today. Welcome back to Chicago, Lee. Disco still sucks!