Dickie Quickie

I sent a note to Peter Casey, the Program Director at WBZ last night. It said, “I would give almost anything to be on the air with you tonight. I was there when JFK was shot, and when King was killed. Talking on the air at WBZ always felt like I was putting my arms around the people who were listening. ‘BZ wasn’t just a radio station at times like that. It was like a giant shoulder for people to lean on…a gentle place to fall…and a powerful helping hand to stand up again…a little taller and stronger than ever before. These words don’t look and feel like they would have sounded if I could have been on the air with you tonight.”

It was in the original days of Louie Louie. I had just met my Lady Wonder Wench. She worked at the station too. It was so good.

2 Responses to “Dickie Quickie”

  1. Ellen Ferranti says:

    Just your desire and these thoughts are comforting to those of us here in NYC…especially those of us who are physicians and first responders…on that day many of us only had a battery operated hand held radio to keep us informed and comfort us as we faced an unknown enemy and future. I left my midtown private practice office heading downtown on Fifth Avenue toward the towers to my hospital and colleagues to help…I wore my white coat/my stethoscope in my pocket/my hospital ID/and a radio in my hand….I wore heels …I had no sneakers or flats…I was walking downtown; not uptown like the crowds…and of course, praying….

  2. Michael Tearson says:

    I completely relate, Dick, as I was on air the night John Lennon was shot, one of the most memorable and difficult nights I ever had on air. One thing that did not help was that most of Lennon’s later solo stuff was locked up in the music library room and unavailable to me. I nearly decided to kick in the door, but having done that once before back in ’76 and getting fired for that (even tho i had permission[!]) wasn’t going there again. That special relationship between us behind the mic and those at the other end of radio is a bond we value tremendously, don’t we?