I’m a baby boomer who came of age in the 60’s in Faribault, Minnesota, a town of about 20-thousand south of Minneapolis. I was home from school the day Allen Shepard flew in “Freedom 7”, I answered the phone the day my mom called our little one room school to tell Grandma that President Kennedy was dead. I hit my teens the summer of “The Beatles” first American tour, watched Neil Armstrong walk on the moon and celebrated my high school graduation in a haze of Reefer and LSD.
In 1972 I moved with my family to Colorado.
My Woodstock was hitch hiking to Boulder to see the Grateful Dead on Labor Day weekend in 72.
I went to broadcasting school in Minnesota in 1974 with the goal of going back to Colorado after I graduated. After being fired from my first radio job in Waseca, Minnesota, where I worked part time, I made it back to Colorado in the fall of 75 when I got my first full time radio job at a small station in Pagosa Springs Colorado. Over the next 25 years I worked at radio stations mostly in New Mexico and Colorado. I hate to admit it but way to much of those 25 years was also consumed by hanging out in bars and partying.
The biggest market I’ve worked in was Richmond Virginia. I saw some beautiful country in Virginia but couldn’t stand living in Richmond and moved back to Colorado in 1991 telling friends and family that if I ever talked about moving east of the Mississippi again put a bullet in my head. Today I live in Crow Junction, Colorado where the Great Plains meet the Rocky Mountains.