They never tell me anything around here. I was 15 minutes into a nap and just beginning to enjoy a Susan Woody dream when I heard the annoying T-Mobile ring tone on my cell.

“Where are you?” I was asked.

“I was sleeping, thank you.”

“Well, we need you back here to record the Alice On Line greeting we discussed”, I was told, even though I did not recall anyone discussing it with me. I am a compliant employee so I told them to wait and I'd be in ASAP.

I looked in the mirror and discovered I'd napped just long enough to develop Billy Idol hair. So had Hershey, so I performed the best instant grooming possible on both of us and returned. Devil Dog and I cut the greeting as requested and returned home, but there was no falling asleep again or continuing a Susan Woody dream.

Anyway, the 2 of us greet those of you tuning into Alice 96.1 on line. We apologize for our appearance.

Last week I was enjoying a fresh of breath smoke in front of our building during a Police song. I was dressed for an after-show work out, decked out in a crappy black t-shirt and a shrunken pair of sweats featuring odd bleach stains.

I looked like the neighborhood ruffian.

While the smoke was wafting off my face, a very nicely dressed woman walked up to the front door, asking if she was at the right building for the Leslie Bailey show.

“You are!”, I said triumphantly.

“Thank you!”, she said enthusiastically. “By the way, I'm Harri Anne Smith”.

I almost swallowed the cigarette before I said, “Hi! I'm Rick Peters and I own the company- welcome!”.

She seemed very impressed that a hobo owned a group of radio stations. That's change you can count on!

Have a great weekend!