One night while I was on the air in on K-JO, I got a call from the St. Joseph police department with a dedication request. Some sergeant was having a birthday, and they asked if I could play "Alley-Oop" by the Hollywood Argyles and say something to the effect of "he’s about as old as the caveman in the song". I was happy to oblige, so I said, "This next song goes out to one of St. Joe’s Finest celebrating a birthday tonight," etc.
Flash ahead a couple weeks later, when some scalawag broke into my car and stole my radar detector—a fairly valuable item in 1988—just before I headed to work. I got to work and called the police to report the theft and one of them stopped by the radio station to take down my info. The cop asks me, "You don’t happen to be the guy who played "Alley-Oop" the other night, are you?" "Yep, that was me!" I proclaimed proudly. "Ohhhh my—just wait until the Sarge hears about this!" he replied. Needless to say, little or no effort was made in tracking down the miscreant who stole my radar detector…