“At a tiny station in New Albany, Indiana, which is right across from the river from Louisville, Kentucky, where I grew up. The Louisville stations were loath to hire beginners, so I had to go across the river.”

Between 2 and 5 I’m reading in to find out what’s been going on while I’ve been asleep.

I’m still excited at being at a microphone and talking to listeners. I love that. It’s the most basic element of what I do and I still enjoy it very much.

The radio was my pal. I was just crazy about it.

It’s also a more personal medium. It seems to go directly to one’s brain. There are no pictures to distract.

I go home by noon, and I’m in bed by 6 p.m. I get up at 1 and do it again.

Soon it will be a sin of parents to have a child that carries the heavy burden of genetic disease. We are entering a world where we have to consider the quality of our children.

People are always ready to admit a man’s ability after he gets there.

I was encouraged to read aloud in class and vocalize.

But when you see personal artifacts relating to – by genealogy at least – a living human being, it was just more impressive to me than just about anything I’ve ever read about slavery before.

The only time I’ve been arrested was in opposing the Marble Hill nuclear power plant in Indiana. That was in 1979.

If anything could have pulled me out of retirement, it would have been an Indiana Jones film.