I threw the rock.

Phone rings, zero dark thirty, it's Dornberg.

"...better come quick, 'Big Fella.' etc..etc... Your life is compromised."
Actually, Don said, "Get down here!" It seems that someone had thrown  a
rock (message attached)  though one of the two windows flanking the door, in
the Styx, at night, on Kincaid Road, in the dark and LDE said it was just
radio.

Payne had gotten a thousand dollar diamond for promotion, I spun the radio
and LDE went along with it.  The Promo (April Fool) almost made the news.
LDE went along with it until...

The rock note: "No WDVH, No Country, No Edwards, No Downey."

So, Don calls me. There is a meeting, attending Don, Gary and I.

Don: ... anyone call TV?
Gary: ... anybody got a joint?"
LDE: ... the head high sheriff says we're dealing with a really twisted
individual."
(pause, LDE serious with lads at side).
LTD: ... (Sorry, gang. No good lines.)

Truth is the mother of my son wrote the rock note, scribed with her other
hand, in pencil on a Winn Dixie paper bag, wrapped in twine and hurled by
me. True, we (WDVH) got big time cop protection for the girls who closed out
he broadcast day, after the event. Sure, cops ran over the sprinkler system
but LDE allowed it.

I have written before about LDE.  My confession is about management at it's
best. LDE enabled us to be. I thank God he liked me and that I like him.



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