"George...I loved Jerry's posting this morning. When I went to work helping to put on a new AM at 710 (WEKC) in Williamsburg, KY in September 1981 my boss Monty McAnally got Jerry to do our "imaging" for the station. He was our "station voice" and did some great promo's and liners for us, which I think I still have on an old air check somewhere. Anyway, his stories this morning reminded me of my first radio job at WJJT 1540 in Jellico. The station was in a single wide mobile home, in a corn field, in a flood area just outside the city limits. The station was on "stilts" (I have a picture of it during a flood on my Facebook site). When it flooded it wasn't nothing for us to be doing a 20 minute live "rip and read" news cast and have a rat run across our feet under the console immediately followed by a black snack!.Ahhh, the good old days of radio!!!" (Terry West)
"Every Sunday at noon Brother Owen broadcast Revival Time on WYSH. He and his crew started arriving at about 11:30. Anytime before air arrived the Toilet Lady. She was middle aged and had red hair. Upon arrival she went directly to the bathroom. The result was, for some reason, she used an unknown quantity of perfume. It stunk up the entire radio station and was circulated by the air-conditioning system. If you came to the radio station the following Monday you could still smell the perfume. It lasted until late into the evening. Now most small radio stations had a staff of one after about 5pm and therefore most had a number of speakers throughout the station. That way the one employee could keep tabs on the program while doing the required maintenance tasks – emptying the trash, etc. WYSH was no different, there were speakers in the bathroom. On one particular Sunday, having had enough of the Toilet Lady, an enterprising DJ arranged the board so the speaker in the women’s bathroom was being fed by the audition channel or the board. Then he waited on the Toilet Lady. He didn’t have long to wait. Sure enough upon arrival she headed to the bathroom. After allowing sufficient time for the Toilet Lady to get in the correct position, the DJ opened the mic feeding the audition channel and said “Lady, could you move a little? I am trying to paint under here! There was a horrendous scream and the Toilet Lay burst out of the door, not quite properly dressed, but on a dead run for the exit!. She never returned and nothing was ever said– by anyone including Brother Owen." (500 Megawatt)