When I started at WRFL, people often told me I had the “coolest job ever.” While that may be true, what they didn’t mention was…
If I told you I saw ghosts in my hometown, you’d probably think A: I am schizophrenic, or B: I want to know where she lives so I could come take a ghost tour.
I was born into a family where guitars hung on the walls instead of picture frames, CDs spun more than the washing machine, and hard rock classics were my lullabies.