“Those were the days” Radio Reunion Blog 5/07/18)

 A few years ago I found myself flying back to Winnipeg with Jim Hilliard for a long overdue reunion at CKY. (Jim pictured above with Deno Corrie, me, and Burton Cummings) Jim was CKY’s Program Director when I began my radio career as a board op. Not only was Jim the PD, he was also the big time afternoon drive jock known on air back then as Jimmy Darin.
Unfortunately, as exciting as the reunion promised to be, I’m afraid that we’d waited much too long to have this affair because most of the first team we’re already gone. How sweet it would have been had I been able to thank Daryl ‘B’, Chuck Dann (Riley), Jack Wells, Frank Roberts, Jim Coghill, Bill Trebilcoe, George Dawes, John Pierce, and Mike Hopkins, for all that they had done for me.
When our plane touched down in Winnipeg, we still had a few hours before the big event so we decided to revisit some of the places we used to hang out at. This included the drive-in movie theatre where along with Barbara and Lana, we discovered James Bond. Now some 50 years later Jim and I continue that tradition by seeing the latest James Bond flick together.
When our reminiscing tour of Winnipeg was done, we cleaned up and headed for the reunion and once there we got to reunite with the few folks from our era who were still around. This included Em McDermid, Deno Corrie, Warren Cosford and even some of the guys from the Jury. Ray St Germain who was Winnipeg’s first rock star was there along with Burton Cummings who sang a chorus of our first record “Until You Do” which he claimed he bought with the money from his paper route.
When I worked at CKY I was just starting out as a board op, but as I look back, I now realize that those days were probably the most fun I’ve ever had in radio. At some point, Burton asked me if Jimmy Darin was there? When I told him that he was, he excitedly asked if I would introduce him. When we caught up with Jim he was talking to a few folks, and when there was a lull in the conversation, I said, “Jim, you remember Burton Cummings don’t you?” He said, “Of course I do” and after shaking hands, Jim said, “Hey Burton I don’t want you to think I’m a star-fucker or anything but my wife Barbara made me promise to say hello to you if I saw you. She still remembers when we picked you up years ago when you were hitchhiking in the rain.” Burton responded with the line of the night when he said, “I understand you’re not being a star-fucker Jim, but perhaps Barbara is?”

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If I were a pedophile, I would think that becoming a priest would be the perfect job.

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A friend of mine was recently offered a job in San Diego, and even though she was offered three times her present salary, she realized that she still couldn’t afford to live there.

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You don’t get over things you get through them.

As I told my grandson Nathaniel, “The secret to life is figuring out what you would like to do then find someone who will pay you to do it.” I love writing, but unfortunately, I have yet to find someone to pay me to do it.

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2 thoughts on ““Those were the days” Radio Reunion Blog 5/07/18)

  1. Hey ! Just a terrific blog. I grew up with guys and Burton C. Back in those great days. We lost you to the states but got you back again witty and smarter. Great on the Canadian Shit. Keep it up my friend. Rob Woyna. Transcontinental

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