I was ushered into a conference room at radio station WERC-AM. As I sat at a wooden conference table, Paul Finebaum sat across from me. He was flanked by a couple of guys from the production staff of his popular Birmingham radio talk show.
I was nervous and hoped it wouldn’t show.
It was sometime in the mid 1990s, but I can’t recall the year. The show had run a contest to find guest hosts from the audience to be on the air one week in the summer when Finebaum would be on vacation. It was called the Finebaum Fantasy Fill-in.
I had completed a written application to be considered, but I had no idea whether I had a shot. I was excited to get the call to tell me I was one of the ones being interviewed for a slot. And now here I was facing Finebaum and his producers.
In person, Finebaum wasn’t the caustic personality I had known on the air. He seemed strikingly intelligent and almost quiet. On the air, he was boisterous and loud. In the interview, we somehow hit it off.

When you’re finally facing death, how many people will love you?
Shallow thinking and arrogance led to ruin of once-great society
Youth and death are bookends pointing toward truth between
Quit using the word ‘masculinity’
My mother was more impressive than my father led me to believe
Right of secession? In a sane world, we could talk about it in 2011 without talk of slavery
Head and heart don’t agree about love, including Valentine’s Day
Don’t personalize: The system is the issue, not Obama or any individual