While at School last week trying to surmise why exactly College Books can cost as much as half the tuition of the class they are for, I found myself having a discussion with the woman who runs the Book Store. Our conversation didn’t have any real purpose, but when you’re from the south, sometimes you just like to talk. While I was talking to the woman, around the corner comes a man, who just stands and looks at me with a look of amazement on his face. When I was done talking the man walked up and said he wanted to ask me a question. His question was: “Are you the Weather Man from the Radio?” I have to admit, this caught me off guard, because while I am indeed the Weather Man from the radio, I didn’t expect someone to recognize me.
I told the man I was indeed the man from the Radio, and of course I should have anticipated his next phrase: “Well. I thought you’d be bigger.” In this moment of Road House Zen, all I could say was, “Yea. I get that a lot..” While it is of course easy to identify my voice, it is also easy to identify when I am running the sound board at the station. Rather than listening to songs by Little Peggy March, you hear Boston, Styx, Aerosmith, and Bob Seger. Long story short, listen on Sunday morning, you won’t be disappointed.