Here is a photo of Crabtree Creek at the Dunkin Donuts where it almost always overflows when it rains a bunch.
But nothing.
Just drove around and snapped a few...the Raleigh downtown is really something now...it didn't used to be lemme tell ya...I remember pulling into town in the summer of 1983 off of Highway 401 from Wilmington at 23 years of age in my Subaru Brat and thinking...."that's it?!!?" All there really was at the time was that jail building-I had thought Raleigh was a big town...just like Barney Fife thought. Well finally, now it is.(what an ugly picture-this was Saturday morning)
I had applied to WQDR here which was a great album-oriented rock station in it's day from about 1974 until 1983. It was one of the first Album Oriented Rock stations in the nation, meaning...this station played album cuts off the rock albums of the time...they could basically play whatever they wanted and it was awesome! I could pick it up in Wilmington in the early '80's and I would listen in at night with my headphones and catch John Lisle...JT Austin...Young Bob Walton...and this overnight cat named Marvell Woods. Sometimes I would listen for over an hour and not hear him say a single word hahaha.
Anyway...I had sent a tape up to Bob Walton from WSHL in Wilmington where I was doing 10a-3pm on what they called a "rock-hybrid" which meant we would play "Rock You Like A Hurricane" but still play Al Jarreau "We're In This Thing Together." I will never forget when he called me to ask if I was interested in part time airwork...well you're damn right I was interested. At the time I was making probably 12k a year and my paycheck was about $307 every two weeks and I was so broke, always...sometimes I had to borrow money to eat, but I made sure though, to always have beer money for quarter draft nights at the Olympia at Wrightsville Beach so that Paul Jackson, Tom Williams, Chip Donnelly, Sam Massenburg and I could go to Lumina Ave and play pool in the bars and end up at someone's beach house later each night. My roommate at 305 Harbor Drive at Wrightsville Beach was Scott Blum-but he never really joined us in the bars...he had a "real job" and was a little further along than the quarter draft crew I hung out with. I think Scott now sells for WTVD in Raleigh.
I was going to Raleigh and I knew it, but I would have to endure a humiliating 30 minutes with Dave Foster, the Program Director of WSHL when I told him I was leaving.


