Long, long ago, this feller named Big Mike ruled the airwaves.
Well, actually, back in 1954, this other feller named Todd Storz was wiping the floor with Big Mike and KFAB in the Omaha ratings . . . but roll with me, here.
Anyway, Big Mike was a big, big radio station in the Midwest Empire, and everybody knew you didn't give no lip to Big Mike.
Big Bad Mike.
Then decades later came a rumble way down in the ground. And the smoke and gas belched out of the broker's office.
Everybody knew it was the end of the line for Big Mike.
Clear Channel.
Now they never reopened that worthless pit; they just put Rush and Beck in front of it. The carnival geeks just rant and rave, paying no mind they stand on a grave.
Because at the bottom of this pit lies a big big man. Big Mike.
(With apologies to the late Jimmy Dean, and with gratitude to the archivist of wonderful old issues of Broadcasting magazine.)
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