The only thing I ever really wanted to be was a radio DJ. And although I have tried to be other things in my adult life, a radio DJ is still the thing I most want to be.
I was raised on a dairy farm near Monroe, and I went to college at UW-Platteville. After graduation, I worked at several different radio stations in Iowa and Illinois. In the middle of the 1990s, I went back to college at the University of Iowa with the intention of getting out of radio and becoming a social studies teacher. But on the way to my first teaching job, I was intercepted by an educational publishing company in Iowa City, and I became a full-time writer instead. I have worked as a writer and editor, both on some company’s payroll and as a freelancer, ever since. In 2000, a corporate education job brought us to Madison.
At one point in the late 90s and early 00s, I went nine years without doing a radio show. In 2006, I got a job working for Mid-West Family Broadcasting on 93.1 the Lake, a station that no longer exists, but remains much beloved by those of us who remember it. In 2008, I started working for Magic 98, and if you are able to read this bio on Magic’s website, I apparently still do.
My wife Ann and I have no kids, two cats, eight nephews, three nieces, and Badger football season tickets. We are also craft-beer geeks, so if you see us at the bar, say hello.
In 1983, I applied for a job at a new radio station in Madison called Magic 98. I didn’t get the gig—not until 2008, anyway—but one guy who joined up that year was Pat O’Neill. Since then,
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I have written before that my wife and I are beer tourists. We’ll take off on a weekend day and visit breweries, new ones and familiar ones, in Madison and elsewhere. Recently we’ve visited two that made
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So the other day I walked into the Magic bullpen, the office we share, looking for some tape to seal up an envelope. I said to Ginger and Jillene, “Do either of you have any sticky tape?”
Ann and I don’t usually take long vacations. We started 2018, however, with a nine-day trip, the longest one we’ve been on together in something like eight years. Our first stop was to visit Ann‘s sister and