Throwback Thursday: WKRP Edition

“As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.” That line comes from the hysterical episode of WKRP In Cincinnati called “Turkeys Away.” From a Pinterest page, a picture of Richard Sanders as Les Nessman from that episode:


See the source image

WKRP In Cincinnati is one of my favorite TV shows ever. I worked in radio, although not until after the show’s original run ended. Most of the humor seemed organic. Think the “Turkeys Away” episode was contrived? It was inspired by a real promotion conducted by an Atlanta radio station, although in real life the live turkeys were tossed from the back of a truck and not from a helicopter.

Let me back up…feeling left out after new Program Director Andy Travis (played by Gary Sandy) has basically taken control of the station, Station Manager Arthur Carlson (Gordon Jump) has a big idea for an unforgettable Thanksgiving promo–drop live turkeys from a helicopter into a crowd waiting below. He keeps this plan a secret from all but one other station employee, bumbling Sales Director Herb Tarlek (Frank Bonner).

The line I quoted at the beginning of this post is the last line of the episode and is said by Carlson.

One of the lines from the opening theme song of WKRP was “up and down the dial.” That played out in real life for the show, to its detriment, as beginning in its second season, CBS moved WKRP’s day/time slot around quite a bit. In those days before easily programmable DVRs people had to watch a show live. If they didn’t know when it was on, then they couldn’t watch it.

Declining ratings caused the show to be cancelled after four seasons. Ironically, the last original episode ranked at number 7 in the Nielsen ratings the week it aired, but the show had already been cancelled. I don’t know if the public knew about the cancellation and that’s why the ratings were good.

I don’t know what possessed me to write about WKRP and “Turkeys Away” today, but I hope those of you who remember the show, and the episode, enjoyed the “throwback.”


When we decided to put our house on the market in early July so we could move to the desert, my wonderful wife and I made a little bet as to when we would actually move. She said September 18; I said November 18.

With the flurry of showings in the first two weeks after listing the house, it looked as if my wonderful wife was a lock to win. Now, there is no way we will move by the 18th of September, so the clock is ticking. Whoever is closer to the actual move date wins the bet. The stakes? No one’s business but our own, but it is a small bet more for fun than for anything else.


Is my showing/writing about a car in almost every post necessary? I love cars (duh…), but sometimes I have nothing car-related about which to write for a given post. I have to admit that sometimes I just show a car because I think that’s what the readers expect. Why do you think I write about historical car “events” from sources like 365 Days of Motoring?

Anyway…from My Classic Garage a picture of a car like the one my father bought instead of a 1965 Corvette convertible:


See the source image



This is a 1965 Cadillac Deville convertible. My father’s car was light blue and I am only 95% sure it was a ’65. Cadillac built 19,200 Deville convertibles for that model year.

At the time, I didn’t know he was considering buying a Corvette convertible. He told me much later, perhaps during one of the summers I worked for him. Who knows? If he had bought the Vette, I might still have it today.

His Cadillac was the first car I ever saw with power windows, power locks, etc. Those features made quite an impression on the very young me.

My attraction to Cadillacs comes honestly. Buying a 2000-02 Eldorado after we move is still a distinct possibility. I guess showing a ’65 Deville convertible is a throwback, at least to me.









If you like this blog please tell your friends and share the blog URL ( Thanks.


The Almost Car

In this post I alluded to a car that my father almost purchased. I am 99% certain that he almost bought one of these:


See the source image


From a picture of an admittedly non-stock 1965 Chevrolet Corvette convertible. While I am virtually certain that my father wanted to buy a 1965 Corvette, I am not as certain that it would have been a convertible. Ultimately, with five people living under the same roof my father, who usually was not a prudent caretaker of his finances, decided that a Corvette was not practical.

While I don’t dwell on the topic I have to admit that from time to time I think about the car my father almost purchased and whether or not I would have it today. I wonder if on a subconscious level my love of C2 Corvettes is at least partly due to how close we came to owning one.

While I don’t remember the exact model year of his actual purchase it was something like this and the reason I think my father may have wanted to buy a Corvette convertible:


See the source image



From Bring a Trailer a photo of a 1965 Cadillac DeVille convertible. The one my father bought had a blue exterior and, I think, a black interior. I don’t remember much else about the car as I don’t think he owned it very long.

I don’t believe in destiny. Life outcomes are a function of many things: luck, skill, work ethic and decision making among them. We have control over our lives, but not total control. If my father had purchased the 1965 Corvette, my entire car history might be much different. Who knows? My life could be different. I am not being hyperbolic or melodramatic. A different decision can potentially lead to a long series of different events.

After I earned my Masters degree in Economics (the university I attended did not have a Ph.D. Economics program at the time), I applied to and was accepted by three of the top 15 Ph.D. Econ programs in the country. If I had earned a Ph.D. in Economics, it is virtually certain that my life would be different today. My life, like that of most people I suspect, is a mix of good and bad, but would probably have different ratios under that scenario. While the purchase of a car doesn’t seem to be as significant a decision as whether or not to earn a Ph.D., don’t ever underestimate the power of seemingly “trivial” decisions, made either by you or by someone else in your life.

Please feel free to offer your thoughts.