Guitars Radio & Wild Wild Women (We’re Coming To America) Chapter XXIV 3/04/20 UC

Now we’re headed to America
and a whole new life
But the move wasn’t very popular
with Lana, my Wife.

Crossing the border
was a scary thing

Hey, but there’s no turning back,
so this can’t be a fling.

When Jim Hilliard had tried to hire me at WFIL in Philadelphia, my name went to the bottom of a long immigration list. However, when my name finally rose to the top, I was the Station Manager of CFTR in Toronto, and Jim was running a radio group out of Indianapolis called Fairbanks Broadcasting.

Fairbanks owned WIBC/WNAP in Indianapolis and WVBF/WKOX in Boston and were in the middle of buying KVIL in Dallas when Jim hired me to be his National Program Director.

Even though things were going well in Toronto, I couldn’t help but remember how much fun I had working for Jim when he was in Winnipeg. Back then, all I had to do was implement his stuff, unlike now, where not only did I have to come up with all the ideas, I also had to implement all of them.
However, CFTR not only was taking good care of me; they were also taking excellent care of my wife. Every time we had a good rating book Ted Rogers would send her flowers along with a note that read, “Thank you for sharing your husband with us.”
Oh, and we’d also just built a beautiful house on Lake Simcoe so she couldn’t understand why I would want to leave all of this behind?
Truth be known, I was tired of being the guy. So with everybody pissed at me, I turned in my pretty Pontiac Grand Prix and pointed my beat-up old Thunderbird south and the beginning of a whole new life.
I guess you could say that I became Americanized my first weekend in  Indy when Jim, who was looking to buy a new Caddy, took me to the Cadillac store. However, the guy driving out of the dealership in a red Cadillac Eldorado didn’t look like Jim, he looked an awful lot like me. (pictured above)
The way I justified buying the car to myself was using the logic that my T- Bird didn’t have an FM radio, and I was an FM Dude now, but I knew that wouldn’t be enough for Lana.
I wasn’t that worried, though, because I had three weeks before I was going back to Toronto for a visit. Surely I could come up with something by then?

Three weeks later, there I was in my new Caddy listening to WNAP on my new FM radio as I headed back to Toronto to see my family.
They’d all stayed behind to sell our house, and I was looking forward to seeing them, but I had a small problem. I still hadn’t come up with anything for Lana yet. Hey, not to worry, I’ve got hours to go.

When I pulled up in our driveway back in Toronto, I still had nothing, so when Lana came asked,  “Whose car is this?” I said the first thing that popped into my head, “Your’s honey, happy Mother’s Day. I never got to drive the Caddy again.

Back when I first arrived in Indy in my beat-up old T-Bird, Jim told me to monitor WIBC and WNAP for a couple of days and then WVBF in Boston on the listen-line. Then he said that we’d meet on Friday morning to review my findings.

When Friday morning rolled around I was ready with my notes and was very excited to hear what Jim wanted me to do. Man, this is gonna be just like the old days, I was pumped.
Finally, Jim’s secretary told me that he was ready to see me now. When I got in there, he asked what I heard, and I told him that I thought WNAP’s music was not only too hip for the room but also very unfamiliar, whereas WIBC’s was familiar but a little too unhip for my liking.
WVBF, on the other hand, sounded a lot like NAP, but I liked them more because I actually knew a few of the tunes. However, I went on to say, “The talent was outstanding on all the stations.”

Now, this was the part in Saskatoon where I got into trouble, but I wasn’t in Saskatoon, and I was with the great Jim Hilliard. Jim said that he agreed with my assessment and then asked me where I wanted to start first? I told him that I thought that he should choose because I was just standing by to do what he thinks needs to be done.
There was a long silence before I heard him say, “George if I knew what to do, I wouldn’t have hired you!”



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