Is it true you secured a Saturday Guest-Host spot simply by bribing Jim Braude with party platters?
I’m glad you asked. This is exactly how ugly rumors begin… to suggest that Jim’s integrity could be “bought” with cold-cuts. The truth is, it took several deli-platters prepared and delivered by one of the North End’s finest establishments. It also took shameless pandering, feigning a friendship with Bill O’Reilly and many nights sleeping in the studio parking lot to get Jim to relent and let me guest host one, tiny little show. Even then, it was not until the day I called in and wept on-air after learning that Linda from Sudbury had been invited to the studio simply because she had a frozen Fisher Cat. I pleaded with Jim, explaining how I had frozen my son’s hamster in one last attempt to get invited to the studio. When they finally invited me, Jim yelled and cursed at Margery and I a lot during the breaks, but it was still fun.
