Understandably, my favorite section of the web site - one which features repeated usage of the pronouns "I" and "me"; the section concerning the subject I find most fascinating: me. In the event you are curious about what makes me tick, I advise consulting a phalanx of psychiatrists. Alternatively, you can read this autobiography; a lot more about me than you could ever want to know.

I was born to my artist/writer/beatnik Mother and World War II Air Force veteran/direct mail advertising entrepreneur Father in the historic Hudson Valley region of Dutchess County New York. I grew up in a large, old Victorian house with my sister, my dogs, and a lot of property that included an enormous cherry tree, which I did not chop down. Had I, like George Washington, I would have said to my father "I cannot tell a lie." Then, unlike George Washington, I would have lied, pointed to my little sister, and said "She did it!".

I started serious training in acting and dancing classes when I was six, requiring regular trips to New York City for rehearsals and auditions, which led to ten years of performing in various stage shows and on major network television programs including the Ed Sullivan Show. (If you're younger than 50, you don't remember the Ed Sullivan Show. This was pre-cable, and the Sullivan's Sunday night show as watched by just about every human in America. The Beatles made their first U.S. television performance on the show. I beat them by a few weeks. But their ratings were higher.) I was hooked on performing. Until this day, if I am someplace where there is a show, especially a broadcast, I want to be in it; if there is a stage, I want to be on it; if there us something to say, I aspire to be saying it. I just have to work on my confidence.

I attended private elementary school, where I was founding President of my sixth grade Civics Club. I wrote stories and opinion pieces for our weekly newsletter, which my Mother edited and published. This school-boy newspaper was my first love affair in a life-long relationship with writing, debating, news and politics - which, even then, were basically conservative. We had a mock Presidential election. I was one two kids in the school who voted for Richard Nixon. I wrote Nixon to tell him about it. He wrote back. Unlike Nixon, that letter was framed, and hangs on my studio wall today. Grade school politics also spawned my first experience as a political consultant, as I attempted to orchestrate the campaign of my best friend to succeed me as President. We lost. (It was a great campaign. He was a bad candidate.)

I always loved the prettiest girls in school, but I wasn't one of the cute boys. So I learned early I had better find other ways to get their attention. This, more than anything I think, motivated my pursuit of being articulate, well-informed, clever, funny - and, of course, modest. I am pleased - nay, absolutely delighted - to report it worked. And does still.

In high school I was an average student, doing very well in subjects that interested me (English and History) and beyond retarded in those that did not (math and science). I was an enthusiastic but impressively mediocre athlete (football and baseball). I was mostly interested only in sex and politics, in that order. I suppose I could end the bio right here.

The Vietnam War dominated the news, politics, and culture. By this time I was cutting class, spending a lot of time in New York City hanging out with other Yippie types (Yippies were non-pacifist, political Hippies), a precocious young member of the anti-War movement. (As with Iraq, I supported our troops soldiers but believed the war was stupid and unwinnable.) I was this kid who pestered Abbie Hoffman and Jerry Rubin until they agreed to let me hang out with them. They were both wicked commies - and brilliant and funny and fun. Despite our later differences, I remained friendly with both until their untimely deaths. (Abbie Hoffman's wake in Worcester Mass was a trip. Ask me about it sometime.)

I was a member of the first-ever co-ed class of Vassar College. As I recall, there were, like, 70 guys and 1800 girls. And, mind you, this was in the free-love/sex/drugs/rock & roll era in which sex on the first date (often in the first hour of the first date) was customary. There is a technical term for this circumstance and experience: "heaven".

After Vassar I had no idea what I aspired to (other than starting over as a freshman). I certainly didn't want to work. So, like everybody else, in a desperate effort to extend adolescence and postpone adulthood, I applied to graduate school. As it happens, Boston University accepted me, and moved to sweet Boston. To everybody’s surprise - mine most of all - I was for two years one of the top students in the Public Communication program, where I focused chiefly on matters of Journalism and the Law. I was even more surprised when in 2005, after twenty five years of proudly proclaiming my association with B.U. the school said - to a TV reporter! - they had "no record of my graduation". I have been engaged at the highest levels of American journalism for 25 years. But it would appear I have no degree. B.U.'s loss.

After a few years in Boston - during which time I lived as a resident dorm advisor at Milton Academy, an extraordinary place with splendid people - I returned to my native New York to work for the legendary political consultant David Garth, my first real mentor. After a few years of very hard work (required to overcome my ignorance), on political campaigns across the country, I learned a very great deal about how media and politics really work. I started my own firm to direct strategy and produce media for Republican candidates, and did that passionately, well, and quite successfully for the next 15 or so years - advising candidates in more than 30 states in campaigns for the U.S. House. U.S. Senate, Governor, and President (Bush the elder and Pat Buchanan).

During this period I was very visible in the mainstream news media, regularly quoted as an authority on politics & media in major newspapers (New York Times, Boston Globe, Washington Post, Wall Street Journal, Time Magazine, Newsweek Magazine, et. al.); appeared regularly on television (CBS, NBC, ABC, PBS, CNN, Fox, et. al.); and even on foreign TV (UK, Australia, Japan, Iceland, Ireland, et. al.). I have been a guest correspondent for the BBC (they gave me a producer, a camera crew, and asked me to do a piece on Hillary Clinton! And, Yes, I predicted then, in 1998, she would run for President in 2008.), interviewed by Tom Brokaw in prime time and, during the Clinton Impeachment, appeared virtually daily with Brian Williams as on-air political analyst. I regard these last two the highlights of my TV career, such as it was. I was also an original cast member of the Tucker Carlson Show on MSNBC, but regretfully left after one month because the commute from my then eastern Long Island home was a killer.

I had a radio show for a few years in the early 1990s. It was at a big station in New York, and was nationally-syndicated. I wasn't very good. I decided if I ever again got the chance to be on the radio, I would do it differently; that is, I would totally be myself - do and say exactly what I thought, and only about things that excited me. People might or might not want to listen to it - but it would be honest, and different than anyone else on the radio.

In 1999, that chance arrived. A Boston station - 96.9 FM - switched its format from soft jazz (Kenny G-spot, as I called it) to talk. I was asked to host the afternoon show, which soon became one of the most listened to news/talk show in New England. In 2005, I was nominated for the radio industry's highest honor: The Marconi Award as Radio Personality of the Year. Then, in 2006, CBS Radio offered me an opportunity to perform my show nationally.

I jumped at the chance, launching a new nationally-syndicated show heard in more than 50 cities, including Boston (on 96.9 of course), Washington D.C., Philadelphia, St. Louis, et. al. In its infant 7 months of existence the show enjoyed what network executives called very impressive early success and promise.

And I hated it. I hated the hours, 7-10 p.m., not when I am at my best (well, on the radio, anyway); I hated missing my WTKK Best & Brightest afternoon audience; I hated Boston not being my home. So, I quit. Probably the only person ever in radio to earn then give up a national gig. And it was the best thing I ever did, because I signed a long term deal with WTKK, returned to my old afternoon slot on 96.9 - and because I fulfilled a lifelong dream by moving here, to Boston. Go Sox!

Which brings us - wake up! - to today.

My greatest ambition is to perform the best (i.e. unique, entertaining, provocative, truthful, unpredictable, fun) radio show on radio. Only you can and will decide if I succeed in that ambition. For my part, I spend 18 hours a day absorbing and analyzing what's happening, so I can present it to you, and we can discuss it intelligently and enjoyably.

Oh, and my favorite Beatle was John and my favorite color is blue (the kind of blue in the eyes of Icelandic blondes). Speaking of Iceland, anytime I am not on the air for more than 3 days, it's a pretty fair bet Iceland is where I am. I have for some time now been traveling there several times per year to climb (ice climbing, rock climbing, mountain/volcano climbing), which I also do in the American Rockies, Europe, and, in 2008, Fuji in Japan and the Russian Urals. It is my most passionate hobby. That I can talk about here, anyway.