Four Corners radioman I grew up in Gould, a tiny town in the mountains of northern Colorado. I went to Fort Lewis College in Durango. I thought it was a big city because it had stoplights and a …
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Four Corners radioman
I grew up in Gould, a tiny town in the mountains of northern Colorado. I went to Fort Lewis College in Durango. I thought it was a big city because it had stoplights and a Denny’s.
I went to college to play football, but I discovered that small town kids are delusional. Just because we play all the time doesn’t mean we’re any good. So I started working at a radio station.
It was disappointing at first. I hear this amazing radio station, and I walk in and it’s one guy. Everything else was by satellite. I thought all those DJs were in that little studio in Durango.
Life in the Four Corners was great. We had no cell phones back then. We’d ride our bikes 20 miles just to go to a kegger.
Show some bravado
My radio career started to take off. I went to a station in Colorado Springs, then into Denver. I worked for Alice 105.9, KOSI 101 and 99.5 The Mountain.
I learned to have some bravado. I’m a self-deprecating guy, and the old-timers would tell me to show some strength. My small-town fortitude wasn’t prepared for the big markets. Fake it till you make it, they say.
Eventually I went into the tech field. I didn’t think I was very talented, but I wound up doing communications for a company that sells web domains. I convey what’s on the minds of people way smarter than me.
Keep ‘em laughing
I do stand-up comedy too, mostly for fundraisers. It’s still terrifying. Before every set I hope I get hit by lightning. I prepare a 10-minute skeleton of a set. The rest is improv. You’ve got to shut down the thinking part of your brain and go with it.
Living in Littleton is still a bit weird. I grew up very rural. Things were very loose and free. If you wanted an old pickup in your yard, that was fine. Things are cleaner and more organized here. It takes getting used to that my kids can’t pee on the front lawn.
My kids never like my jokes, but they see I’m putting myself out there and staying up late working on things. It’s cool. I have three smart accomplices.
Being a dad means you have to care. You have to vote. You have to make the community a good place to live.
All this time, I strove to be a good DJ and comedian and writer, but at the end of the day, being a good dad is what counts.
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