I notice now that when radio people from the Golden Age (i.e. 20th Century) get together you can always expect the following:
Everyone still talks about drugs but now they’re for cholesterol.
Everyone compares which stations they were fired from and how many times they were fired. (If it's less than six you weren't really in radio.)
Everyone wanted to work at KHJ.
Everyone has worked at KRTH.
Everyone has great stories. Maybe a third of them are true.
Everyone hated Paul Drew (another radio program director).
Everyone did the all-night shift at one time or another and still has the bags under their eyes.
Half the gathering had slept with the same girl. The other half slept with a different girl.
Everyone secretly considers himself the “fifth Beatle.”
No one still goes by their real name.
Everyone agrees that the Real Don Steele, Robert W. Morgan, Dan Ingram, Jackson Armstrong, and Larry Lujack were the best of the best.
Everyone still talks-up records in their car and can still hit the post. (It’s my greatest talent.)
Everyone misses the “competition” that went on back when two companies didn’t own every radio station in America. War was heaven.
Everyone refuses to believe the ‘60s are over (despite the existence of mirrors).
They’re the only gatherings in the world where people bemoan the lack of jingles.
Every conversation begins with: “Whatever happened to…?” or “Do you know a good cardiologist?”
Songs from the ‘80s are considered way too current to be classified as “oldies.”
And finally, everyone agrees that their heyday in radio was the most fun time of their lives.