The Radio Museum remembers Halloween
Halloween, we believe, started the phrase, “Wow, that guy has a face for radio.”
The station’s sales staff had one sales pitch: “Buy commercials, or we’ll hang around, and scare away customers.”
The owner seemed like a standup guy, but he slept hanging upside down. His favorite jock was the all-night crypt kicker.
The F.C.C. lived up to its reputation as a fine organization. Each fine was $10,000.
The Top-40 became The Top-2, “Monster Mash” and “Werewolves of London.” 
The evening jock didn’t play music; she read bedtime stories. Management had no clue why she was rated Number 1 among Men 18-34. 
The Radio Museum probably won’t trick you, but then again we might.
This Halloween, step inside, if you dare. . .
