REO Speedwagon "In My Dreams"

Safely tucked away in my box of mementos is a Christmas card given to me in 1995 by the woman who was my first boss in radio when I worked (without pay) as an intern. That holiday she gave me a jar filled with Hershey Kisses and a card that read: "If you really want it, you CAN make it in this business.". At the time, I promised myself I wouldn't eat any of the Hershey Kisses until I landed my first radio gig.

About a year later, I walked into my house one spring afternoon and there was my Uncle Bob chatting with my mom. We exchanged greetings and then he mentioned that he was eating some of my candy. "No problem," I said. I assume Uncle Bob grabbed something from the drawer of snacks and candy that my mom kept filled. The drawer was quite popular with most of my friends who immediately went to it whenever they'd stop by my house. I quickly ran upstairs to my bedroom and noticed the jar of Hershey Kisses was open with a couple crumbled up wrappers sitting next to it. Yep, Uncle Bob mistakenly ate the candy I was saving for my first radio job. Oh, well. So much for that idea. In all fairness, we all had a good laugh over it... 

REO Speedwagon "Keep on Loving You"

During my senior year of college, my 1985 Pontiac Firebird gained the appropriate nickname "The REO Speedwagon". By that time, the once proud midnight blue Firebird now boasted a healthy dose of rust on its exterior. The interior needed some love as well: the cloth that covered the interior's roof had come loose and would flap wildly in the wind while driving down I-65. My solution: thumbtacks. These tacks worked just fine while driving with the windows closed, but once I rolled them down...boom! The tacks gave loose and the ceiling waved like a bed sheet on a clothesline during a hurricane...

REO Speedwagon "Can't Fight This Feeling"

The dentist gave me the bad news at my bi-annual cleaning: I had a cavity and would need another appointment for a filling. The days leading up to that fateful next appointment dragged allowing my imagination to run wild at how exactly a dentist drills into a cavity. That has to hurt, I thought. A few days prior to my dentist appointment, I heard the song "Can't Fight This Feeling" on the radio, but I thought REO Speedwagon was singing "Can't Fight This Filling"--clearly this was a love song about going to the dentist, right? Indeed I was a very naive seven year old...