When the Johnny Cash U.S. stamps were released last week, I asked (some would say begged) our American listeners to send me a Johnny stamp on a post card.
So after I got off work (yes, it’s work…ok who am I kidding) Thursday, there’s a guy in the parking lot at the radio station. He asked me if I had a minute. Usually I would taser such a person, but this guy looked harmless. I went over to his car and there was his wife with something for me. (again, I had my hand on my taser) The picture is below.
They bought me a book of Johnny Cash stamps while they were in Watertown, NY yesterday.(Notice the book looks like a 45 record sleeve) I’d never met them before and they hung around until I was done my radio shift to give me these stamps.(The building is locked after 4:30) I had to run to Marmora but I tried to express my thanks to them as best I could. I told them to come back during business hours so I can show them around the station and fully express my gratitude.
To think people would take the time and make the effort to do something like this for me is so humbling. I don’t have the best job in the world (that would be a Canadian Senator, that job rocks), but radio is the only medium where you make a friend you’ll never meet, have a conversation with a person you’ll never know, share a laugh when you can’t hear the other person laughing.
When you’re in a studio, alone for hours on end, sometimes you forget there’s someone out there sharing their time with you. Meeting them face to face, whether it’s a hello, a handshake or a gesture like this, it’s always a surprise to me that people are listening and seem to care as much about the program as I do. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my taser is not going to recharge itself.