Podcast of Memories in just 6 sleeps....

Mike Boon will be publishing a little Q+A on his wildly popular blog/twitter/whatever 'feast of the senses' on Monday. He sent me an intrusive list of questions that I tried to answer honestly and somewhat wittily (with mixed results of both clarity and comedy) and you can read all about it when it goes live on Boons Blog.
In the meantime his inquisition got me thinking about a few H+F nuggets and if time permits this week I'll expand on a memory or two that may be of some slight interest to friends/fans of the old show.

Fred touched me with his Dink. No I'm not kidding.
Not sure if this will make it onto the Podcast or if Fred related this story to Mike(as he was asked a similar list of soft-ball ???'s) but it was in the early days of our show and the legend goes like this:

Fred and I knew we were on to something in the first few years on the air because we cracked each other up so much. And not just Radio funny like you hear on a lot of the shows but some really funny/comedic moments and at times some hysterical stuff that got both of us laughing so hard we couldn't speak.

This was exciting stuff. Very often we would do things off the air just to get a reaction out of the other guy and then we'd push it further and then we'd mock each other on the air about the stupid thing we did off the air. With me so far? BTW. Our bosses hated this. They thought our show was too "inside" and that we weren't including the listener. Which was of course bullshit because H+F people listened for that very reason, they felt like they were in on the joke and that's what made it special. Our bosses never understood this because they weren't in on the joke, ironically enough. It's what made Howard Stern so successful. He created a world unto himself with a cast of characters and unique characteristics and then spent an inordinate amount of time talking about it and themselves.
Anyway back to Fred's Wang.

One day early on we were having a particularly giddy show where lots of funny/goofy/infantile stuff was going in the studio and on the air and Fred, in a fit of childishness, took out his dinky and a)shook it at me b)touched me on the arm with it.
Why you ask?
Who can really say.
To get my reaction.
To make me laugh.
To see if I would vomit.
All of the above.
For the record my reaction was a mixed bag. I laughed till I puked.
The point being that we were both so into this new show and it's new, often bizarre sense of humor, that on this particular day Fred felt the need to shake his thing at me and slap it against my arm.
I wonder if Roger ever did that to Marylin?