Mitch Morgan 11 minutes ago My favorite (career-related) Christmas memory is as follows: In 1978 I was a jock on RKO's 99X In New York. The station spent a fortune on getting a float in the iconic Macy's Thanksgiving Parade in a multi-year deal. As a young kid from the Midwest who was still blown away that I was actually on the air in the Big Apple, and now would be on a float with...yes..."The Village People" in a world-wide broadcast, it was beyond belief! I showed up as instructed at 7 AM at 78th & Central Park West. I showed officials my badge and then was directed to the "Celebrity Bus." Well, they must have the wrong guy, I thought , as I approached the VIP area. Nope. "Come in son" a grandfatherly security guy said as I hoped on the bus. "Listen to you guys all the time.! I still remember in slow motion time and in recurring dreams the following: As I walked down the isle, the first person I saw was Burl Ives who would be on a float and sing "Holly Jolly Christmas". "oh boy", I thought. They are about to kick me the hell out of here ANY MINUTE!!" Then as if I was on Fantasy Island itself....there was Ricardo Montalban & Tattoo suited up and resting comfortably. In a quick self-realization that I belonged "in the back of the bus"...I continued down the isle. To my right was Goldie Hahn. To my left was Artie Johnson and Ruth Buzzy. A few rows down were (I swear to God (LAVERNE & SHIRLEY!) Like · · Promote · Share Greg Jarrett, Bob Cercone, Justin Earl Cleveland and 5 others like this. Mitch Morgan But wait! There's MORE! At the after party at Macy's I did a shot with THE INDIAN of the Village People... You see, he was on the outs with the rest of the band for showing up late. 8 minutes ago · Like · 2 Mitch Morgan At that point, I climbed back into my Volkswagen and drove back to New Jersey where my wife, visiting brother & girlfriend where waiting. Calling home to my parents house in Germantown, I said hello to everyone, and finally my brother Bob who put the whole thing in perspective: "Happy Thansgiving, Bob.!" Resonse: :Man you sure look fat...." True story. 4 minutes ago · Like · 1 Bob Bateman I'm lovin' this, Mitch. (But...you've never looked fat). 3 minutes ago · Like

Mitch Morgan I stumbled as Schultz whacked me against the head : I hit the floor of the 32nd Precinct , midtown Manhattan on a beefed-up charge of "Doing Their Job Before They Do...Whoops!)... You see, murder, broken bones & hearts, wasn't nothin' new to the officers of NY's Blue....It was an every day occurrence. After getting kicked off the force for boozin' Brawlin' and makin' everyone look bad by solving crimes...I went to the dark side: I was now a licensed PI: Private Investigator. This time the crime was not only bloody horrifying and grisly, It was political and that means there is only one loser: ME! (To Be Continued)..

(short essay...no NOT true, BUT!)... I was sitting at my desk trying to decide whether to extend and relax my legs on the RIGHT drawer (empty) OR the LEFT drawer which held the Whiskey when Clifton blew up my cell. "What's up Gary", I cringed as the familiar number illuminated on the phone. "Dude, you owe me and you know it."...said the former entrepreneur and felon. I invoked the name of the Savior as my legs crashed on to the floor spilling whiskey and saliva from my lips. "You and I have noting in common but that Brazilian whore who stole our wallets, and our hearts in '05!... " Be real, Senior! "This is not about whiskey or girls. This is about savings what's left of YOUR life!" It was then I regretted adding all of Clifton Brothers recordings on my stations as National Music Director of RKF Radio. You see, as a former National Music Director, turned Private Investigator, I found out many of my former label reps, were now a part of a huge federal investigation that I wanted no part of! "What, Gary? Guess you don't know I've gone straight and am now back to my old gig: Turning wrenches and fixing washing machines for my old man!? Ha! chortled Gary. "You think you are safe from all that?" It was then that I knew that playing any of the Clifton brothers recordings would land me in a hell with no end.! At this point all I wished was I had declined the offer of dinner and a free T-Shirt those many years ago. (To Be Continued).