Gather ‘round kiddies and let your good old Uncle Paige tell you a scary Christmas story.
“A scary Christmas story Uncle Paige?”
Yes Erin. Climb up here. The rest of you crowd around.
Now all of you get real close and I’ll tell you a story. A sad story about a radio station that didn’t understand the true meaning of Christmas.
It was Christmas 1993 and your Uncle Paige was flying home the weekend before the holidays from the station in New York. I’d just spent five weeks dealing with some really stupid people and my Christmas spirit? Well, time was running out and I just didn’t feel very Christmassy. My cab fought an ice storm all the way to Laguardia and once I was in the terminal and dealing with angry, rushed New York travelers, it didn’t put me in any better of a mood. Read more…