The Ride Home with Rod and The Bobby Bones Morning Show on Power Country K93...we get you coming and going!
Enjoy the ride home from school or work by listening to K93! I promise you two things...the best country music and fun! If it is happening in Somerset and around the Lake Cumberland area...I will be talking about it. You just never know who may be dropping in on us!
I got my radio license October 2, 1981 and became the chief announcer for WSCC FM in Somerset. I worked for a couple years at WDMC FM in Richmond. I began my radio career at WSEK back in September 1985. Back then, WSEK was 96 Power Country. It later changed to 97 Power Country... years later... 97 Power Country became Power Country K93..... 93.9FM. With my broadcasting degree from Eastern Kentucky University folded and stored in an old Merle Haggard album, I had three options...get a job in radio, become a poodle groomer or draw a crazy check. Radio was a bit more fun than grooming poodles and to earn a crazy check was more honorable than "drawing" one so the journey began...and so it goes...
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A simple statement. One I had never heard before nor did I ever expect to. So...when I was approached by our daughter yesterday afternoon with enough bubble gum caught up in her hair to patch the Titanic...I could feel myself slowly slipping into panic mode. Like Jimmy Stewart in Vertigo...falling...spinning.....I tried getting it out with my hand. Not working. For a brief moment, I'm thinking scissors. Not gonna do it. Would not be prudent. So I call my wife. She instructs me to put peanut butter on it. PEANUT BUTTER? OK...where are the cameras? I'm getting punked, right? No...peanut butter. So, in a voice Joe Pesci would have been proud to use in Goodfellas...I says to my wife I says..."Ehhhh OK...Tanks". With the kids off for Christmas break...I'm thinking that if there is any peanut butter in the house...it is probably holding two moldy pieces of bread together under a bed or being used as an Xbox stabilizer. As luck would have it...one scoop remained. Off to the bathroom we walk. I take our daughter's gum encased hair and rub peanut butter into the blob. Then...like a magic trick performed by Criss Angel before he started painting his nails black...the gum began to dissolve. It was a miracle! Right there...I knew our daughter would not have to go the next 6 months looking like the keyboard player for A Flock Of Seagulls! A quick shower and a thourough brushing and all was right in the world. It is the little victories we claim that add up to take the edge off the losses. Yesterday...I was Patton!