Before I get into my rant here , I want to answer the question many of you ask concerning why I took on the persona of the Wolf.
That happened out of three parts of my life. First, when I met the legendary WolfMan Jack, and his style of comediac radio I started mimicking his delivery. Instead of the traditional Kountry that most stations played in my home town area of Idaho, I went southern rock. Then when I did my stint in the UCSMC flying a flight boss said because of my over aggressive style of flying I was truly a Wolf in amongst the sheep, as I was in the unit VMA214 BlackSheep. the nickname Airwolf stuck. Of course when I started doing part time duty on AFRN, some copyright holders said can't spell it that way, so after I saw it spelled on a 56 Chevy, I began spelling it as AYRE(air), but the real, hammer came down, when one day working changing tires and medium duty jobs at Deseret Transportation in Utah, then President Hinckley was treking through the shop area on his way to the lunch room, saw me with my Skoal, BIG Maverick cup of java, and said son you surly are the Wolf in amongst the sheep. My foreman Rocky agreed and that's how that started and the rest is history.
Okay then, Been doing a bunch of thinking and praying last night into this morning. I have pretty much decided that unless I see something much more solid in obtaining human resources from this village called Evanston, the only land I'm going to buy if I can, is where my shop is located acctually my shop, and an acre of ground, to get a house built, just something big enough for one person and maybe my wolfdog. Past that, no more bars, cafe's , or anything that I can't do myself or need to hire someone else to do. Just toew, build bikes, and live a quiet solitary life and to hell with all the stuck up, backstabbing , fibbing, heartbreaking women. Oh I'm not going to go queer er nothing, but who needs women? Who needs a family, just give me my Wolfdog, she although she is a she, but she never sezz no, never judges me, or criticizes me. Walk in the shop, as long as I clean up her poop, feed her , all she does is cuddle, sure I dig our land gal pal, but once my shop and the piece of land to build my house is bought and closed on, the only time she'll hear from me, is if and its a big IF , the club again wants to do a building buy. As for me, no more models, no more on air lady talent for our radio gig, no more dating, no more involvement in anyway with no more women. They are just to much of a pain and drain, on my wallet. Do you realize that even messing with our new intern, in buying her beer and all at both the Legal and the Highway Tavern I spent money out of my own pocket, that could have bought parts for my sweetheart LexiBelle

Be on the air this afternoon, I'm in bed.
TTYLY
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