Chapter I Bourbon for Breakfast

You should have heard all of them talk about the future of radio and how many are now changing their formats to talk.

At five foot-four and a slightly exaggerated half inch, Jenny still looked like a child about to have a tantrum, even though she was closer to the big 6-0 than she wanted to admit.

As her skin touched each cover, she could almost feel the heat emanating from the years when the station was kicking ass, and cool down that began five years ago when their clients started to put their advertising dollars into what they thought was a less expensive alternative; internet websites.

Even though she and Johnny were equal partners, he was more than willing to abdicate the business decisions to her.

Besides, since Brian retired the only thing he has is Denise’s success to bask in and he does so love to pick up the check, which means we can order the most expensive meal on the menu.”

It wasn’t that he was particularly lazy or inept; he just didn’t have any interest in the day to day business events which were Jenny’s natural talents.

Then we get a visit from the city planning commission who informs us this area was condemned as blighted, so the city used their power of eminent domain to force us to sell.

Then we get a visit from the city planning commission who informs us this area was condemned as blighted, so the city used their power of eminent domain to force us to sell.

It was so irritating to Jenny that her male counterpart didn’t seem at all concerned with the passing of the years.

“Hi beautiful,” the all too familiar tone of Johnny King, once dubbed the “Voice” broke through Jenny’s reverie.

I heard bourbon was the drink d’jour for those who brunch with the political elite.”

In an industry constantly in turmoil Jenny gained a bit of control when she held the accounting pages in her left hand and the red pencil in her right, which she used to make the necessary cuts in their budget.

When the firm was hit by the 2009 recession, one of the first things to go was the paper reports.

"The chief idiot who happens to be the president of the radio association, and the husband of your illustrious State Assemblywomen, none other than Brian Allen, of course.”

Then we get a visit from the city planning commission who informs us this area was condemned as blighted, so the city used their power of eminent domain to force us to sell.

None were more prestigious then the Golden Mike Jenny had been awarded for Personality of the Year in Adult Contemporary by the Radio and Television News Directors Association in Las Vegas so very many years ago.

“And all Brian wanted to talk about was what he calls the good old days and makes not so subtle comparisons to the very young new talent at his station.

Although she would always keep him informed, Jenny was the one who ultimately made the final decision when it came to running the station.

Although some of their smaller local advertisers liked the intimate format and having the KKTM personalities show up in person for their special sales events, there weren’t enough of them to meet payroll and pay all their other expenses all year long.