My Miracle Map to a Career in Radio

In my very early twenties, I stalked a Las Vegas radio station. I believe it was KENO radio, an AM station playing all the hits. The Jackson Five, Aretha Franklin, Ray Stevens, The Osmond Brothers, Elton John, and The Doobie Brothers. The happening artists, from country to Motown to rock, were contained in one genre. It was like my current Spotify playlist.

They had a contest where you could call in and be a “Guest DJ” I had to do it. I knew this was mine. This was one of those many things “I knew” growing up. Like the lead in the sixth-grade play, I had to claw for it, but it ended up being mine. It had to be. I knew I had to call the radio show. It was planned.

I was the correct caller or whatever hoop I had to jump through. I came up with a name that was not mine; I figured I had to have a “radio name.” I chose Flamin’ Amy. I immediately started rehearsing my best “radio voice.” And the sexy Flamin’ Amy song.

My uncle Danny always played around with a “radio voice” when I was young. Why we thought you had to slip into this alternative universe to be a radio announcer is beyond me. My clock was cleaned early on. Apparently, I was too “sing-song.” That habit got broke real fast. Thanks, Becky.

I had so much fun being on the air with the DJ. I basically took over the show for one or two hours. And I did it all from my telephone. It wasn’t called a landline back then. The push button device was on my nightstand and had a 20′ cord.

My sister and her husband were listening from across town. They made a recording for me. Back in the day, you put your cassette in the recorder, and you had to hit the red record button when the thing came on the radio you wanted to record. DJs kept talking over the songs. It drove us crazy.

The funny thing, even after this experience, I didn’t have the bug to get into radio. In fact, it didn’t cross my mind. I was still excited about the station and the music, so I arranged to sit with the jock while he was live one day.

I watched from my hair behind him as he came to life when the mic was cracked open. His entire body squiggled when he spoke. To be good at this, I guess you become the character you want to project over the airwaves. I was fascinated but still not interested.

Fast forward, I meet a man in the most miraculous way imaginable. I left my life in Las Vegas behind and moved to Ohio. Other than a quick stint in Boston and three years in Los Angeles, Las Vegas, and Henderson were my life. I was leaving everything and everyone I ever knew behind.

I had to go. I knew if I had stayed. I would be dead. I desperately wanted to die. I was depressed and made three attempts. Clearly… it didn’t take.

I hope the picture is painted that I was in no way anywhere near the mental state I am in now. The woman I was 30 years ago couldn’t be near me if we were in the same space. She would dissolve at my power. I would eat her up and spit her out.

I still can’t believe how weak I was, and the stories I will be sharing – they are really me. It was all written down. I documented every little moment and every escape.

With the new man in my life, I didn’t have to work. This never crossed my mind. I had to scrape, look for crumbs, and take the worst jobs to pay rent and for my cigarettes and drugs. Don’t panic; I was paranoid. I didn’t reach too far in the drug options. I remained vanilla. I learned from my elders.

When it became clear that it wasn’t that I didn’t have to work, he didn’t want me to work. Me going to work exposed me to people, namely men. If I was around them, I would sleep with them. Apparently, this is how it works.

I knew myself, and I knew that wouldn’t happen. It could never happen. I pleaded with and begged him to “let” me go out and find a job. I began going crazy in my new duplex while he worked countless hours building a manufacturing plant.

Apparently, I talked him into it.

I “thought” I loved this man, my knight in shining armor who whisked me away. I created this new reality. I did ask the universe for him. He did rescue me and get me away from Las Vegas, but wherever you go, there you are. I was captive in my new story and had no friends or family to hold my hand to get me to safety. This was just me.

I was hired at the local radio station as a sales assistant. I created one-sheets for presentations and helped the advertising sales team put together proposals and correspondence. I loved going to work. I made friends quickly; I was pent up, I’m sure.

I shared my fairy-tale story about being whisked off my feet with many. They were all in awe of my Cinderella-like life story. I was in awe of my story too! I had yet to have my wake-up call.

I remember walking to the sales department and passing the fish bowl daily. The on-air studio has many names. On this day, I went close and cupped my eyes to look inside. In the chair in the middle of the glass was Brice Lewis. He did middays for the station. I recall looking at him and being excited about what he was doing.l What an exciting job. It never crossed my mind that I could or would ever do this. This guy… had a gift. He was special. Someone like me would never be in that room. I felt lucky to be looking inside from such close range.

About four months after my new life in radio began, my career came crashing to a halt.

The people who know me now will cock their heads like German Shepard dogs hearing how weak I was. Before I went to work every day, my husband inspected my wardrobe. Yes, he went to work later because I couldn’t leave without approval. And I allowed this to happen.

I know. The woman I am now is in no way anything like that woman. I killed her long, long ago. I ate her for breakfast.

Oh, my beautiful red skirt and blouse. It was a safely long skirt, so the tiny eyelet holes around the bottom didn’t suggest anything to the male eye.

The top was a different story. It also had eyelet holes, but the center came to a slight “V.” If you stared at the little holes, there was a chance you might see breast shading. He stared long enough to not approve of this outfit.

He made me turn the top around so the back would be in front. I did it until I went to work and turned it back around. Until he caught me. That’s another day and another story.

So yes, this is the woman I was. I was a weak Betty and did as my daddy (husband) told me to do.

I went to work on that glorious day, bringing my lunch as always. When everyone was in the office, the sales manager made an announcement. The sales for the department were at an all-time high. He wanted to thank everyone by taking the department out for a nice lunch. What a great opportunity.

I couldn’t say aloud to anyone that I was not allowed to go. I couldn’t leave the office. My heart was racing. Do I call my husband and get him off the manufacturing plant floor to ask for permission? I didn’t have time. My head was spinning.

We went to lunch. I recall a table of about fifteen people.

I knew I was dead. Why did I have to say anything to him in the first place? I knew I would be so obvious that I did something very naughty, and I knew immediately where his mind would take his rage. I had to cut him off.

When the time was right, I told him about the sales record and that everyone was taken out to lunch. I emphasized, “everyone!” He asked one question. “Were there men there?” I said, “yes.” He said, “you are not going back.” And that was the end of my sales secretary career.

Clearly, that was not to be my future. But what was to come was all a miracle. Every little tiny bit of it, as it unfolded, it was covered with miracle dust.

I didn’t know any of what I am about to share about the rest of my radio career until my bath this morning. It is amazing what comes through to me when I am soaking in the 1974 Avocado.

Today. February 28, 2023. I was shown my life review of my radio career. Holy cow, it was truly magical. From KMAS in Shelton, The Cowboy with Ichabod Caine, to Young Country, KMPS, KXXO Mixx 96.1, and the rest… everything was designed to be the path I was to take. Here’s how my miracles unfolded.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

Cari

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Cari Palmer Bio:

If I hadn’t lived the many phases of my life, I wouldn’t believe it could all happen in one lifetime. All I imagined after giving up my victim card was being a writer/speaker for Hay House. I was the queen of self-help and I was ready to change lives. Fast forward a decade or two and now, after re-membering who we are and why we are here, self-help was a lifetime ago.

Following my guidance has brought me to a place I couldn’t ever imagine! I have mastered living in the present moment. I have become a Zen-like creature. Once you feel this good in every moment, you can never go back. When you realize we create our own reality, why would we make any part of this thing we call life miserable?

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