It was a meeting with the boss. He’d said he was looking to me for ideas, that he liked my attitude, that he thought we’d make a great team. I’d bought the speech, so I came to the table with my reality rather than my best song and dance.
"We should be doing more
interfacing with the people who listen to us", I said. "Radio should not
be only a business, but a public service device, a force for greater
good. There is no reason we can’t do the right thing and still make
money", I offered.
I gave him my best shot over the country club
lunch he’d so graciously paid for. I offered him all the free time he’d
need to get the ball rolling. He ended by telling me to relocate. "I was mistaken" he said; "you're not who I thought you were." Apparently he'd thought I was a sucker is born every minute vampire. So
much for honesty being the best policy.