Living in a small town like Cheboygan, Michigan is full of surprises. The local radio station produces interesting programing. The Saturday feature is a morning broadcast where you can sell a cow or your used truck. It is amazing the things you can trade on this program. Weather, news, and music characterizes most of the programing but there are some political segments and a time set aside for interesting interviews. My objective was to get an interview discussing my book “Fire Horses”. I looked up the address of the radio station, put on my best suit, grabbed my book and moved through another door in Literature Land. My vision of a radio station was shattered when I arrived at the broadcasting facility. It was miles from nowhere in the bush country south of Cheboygan. There were four tall impressive transmitting aerials reaching a 100 feet into the air. That’s where impressive stopped. There was no building. There was a large dilapitated house trailer with peeling paint. A wooden sign stood near a muddy driveway proclaiming this to be the voice of up north Michigan. Four large crows sat on the sign and eyeballed me as I turned into the parking area. I got out of my car and dodged several puddles approaching the door. A group of goats and an old cow standing in the field near the station mooed and bleeted a greeting as I moved by them. To my surprise there was an old hound dog sleeping near the door. He opened one eye as I passed by and gave two thumps with his tail as a greeting. Was I in the twilight zone or had I seen this dog before? He looked strangely like the dog who spent his day laying by the book store doorway in Cheboygan. I could hear banjos playing inside. I had arrived at the height of the hillbilly music hour. I knocked and entered. I was on my way to another level of book promotion.
