One learned to fly a Fleet Canuck tail dragger out of London, Ontario, Airport long before legally learning how to drive dad’s old Dodge. Many a weekend I hitched rides from Midland to London to get in one hour training. The summer of ’56 a chum of mine and I hiked to London where he joined the RCAF…….when then headed to Detroit where one planned to join the Marines.
An engineer from CKLW Windsor picked us up on 401 near Leamington. Once in Windsor he showed us around the radio station and I was hooked on radio like never before. Once the tour was over he didn’t take us to the Ambassador Bridge but back to eastbound 401 and told me, “If you want to work in radio hound your own station” CKOX 1340. As luck would have it the first car to pick us up was going to a store in downtown Woodstock. And more luck was to follow…..right across the street was the radio station’s VW van aka mobile unit. I stuck my head in the driver’s front window, told him of our trip to Windsor and return and told the driver I wanted to work in radio……24 hours later I was hired. Coincidence or the work of a higher power. One believes the latter.