Granted there's no replacing stupid, but too there is no fixing bigotry or arrogance due to ignorance

Last night before I got my first toew call of the night that brought me to the epiphany of just saying, I love the Club, but a man has got to know his (or her) limitations. I exited this Cyber highway to my FB page. So there was this Jessica Lang on there that was remembering a memory of some dad blame interview with me in prep to work on the radio thing. Damn if I could remember her, not that there has been that many, or even that I wanted to remember her, but I thought why her? Why now, and what this is this all about? 
When I cruise the cyber highway online radio show, no matter their foundation, I do it somewhere between WolfMan Jack and Howard Stern. While I would not go to the extent of what Howard did, or does, I want something with a bit of spice. Just like when I eat, give me a quick shot of Tabasco sauce, on my taters or eggs, and I'm happy. Give it that wow factor. In some instances I suppose this kissing a gals toes in nylon hose must seem a bit warped, however one must look at where that started at least in the context I created it from. When in 1978, Mom and I paired up our finances and bought LexiBelle, and all, the shop was already being created to mirror the shop on TV's Dukes-of-Hazzard. With approval on copyrights and all from the important peoples that be, Hazzard was and is a leggy show, hence Daisy Duke's lower limbs. When I was creating the first TV ad to air on KMVT for and during the Dukes original network run on CBS, on local TV station KMVT 11 out of Twin Falls, I wanted MY ad to have some sizzle. TV then and especially now was expensive especially during prime time. So I had seen this TV ad for a plumbing outfit, out of Boise, at the end of the ad, was this plumber in a Tux styled T-shirt, who kissed this rich broads hand and the tag said, we treat all our customers like royalty. So I got to thinking, how about a Daisy styled gal out in her pick up, broke down calls Highway Hooker Toewing, aka Crazy Cooter to come fetch her truck. At the end of the ad have her on the back of the LexiBelle, cracking open a soda, and me kissing her toes, playing on the two words , toe and tow. No big right? Wrong to catch the right angle and all the camera tech, had to run I can't count how much video tape, to get the right frame. Meaning I had to kiss a sweaty, toe/foot for up to 20 minutes at a filming session. At the time, not so much now but back then to show short shorts and all network and local stations followed, you had to wear hose of some sort. Plus it sure beat kissing a bare toe/foot, all that salty sweat, and stink, trust me women's feet do smell some more than others, but still they smell. Additionally it kept her from giggling every time I took a breath, while she was reciting her copy, or lines from script. Okay, That gig became a trademark of my towing company. It had nor has any kind of sexual gratification or anything its a comedic bit to stress that when you call us we truly love our work are eager to assist in essence we Love Toews. I never spelled it like that, until an intern at our radio station in Gooding Idaho, Emme said why not just scrunch the words TOE and TOW together? It makes the point clear. So Toew it became. The fact that we were and are the only radio show on satellite or in syndication for and of trying to make bucks owning and operating tow trucks. We have always bounced off the thought of foot and toe. We are certainly not the only ones. I first saw this publication at a tow company in Blackfoot Idaho, then at then Tony's Towing of Murray Utah. It was called Phoote(foot) Notes. It was a newspaper that exceeded Tow Times as well as American Towman in its information on the business of towing. Later the publication died and some truck paper publisher started one up call TR FootNotes. TR syanding for Towing Recovery. That publication died as well and yes our Rode Knytes crew of which the Hazzard County Toewing Association is a charter of, is working to bring that back. But the radio thing was started because I saw a niche. At the time on the big watt radio stations, there were radio shows aLL OVER for OTR truckers, but none for us in towing. Back then many of us spent Friday and Saturday nights especially holiday weekends and just plain holidays huddled around a pot bellied stove reading magazines, tuned in on the radio, waiting for that next tow which usually started just after the bars closed. Cops being what they do, was nailing people for DUI, and us hitting the streets fetching the rides as these drunks were getting arrested. So I thought, what about doing a radio show on those nights, for those who tow. Originally we called it Heavy Hooker Radio, targeted to the heavy haul towing operators then scaled down to Highway Hooker for all, named after my company. Not a bad way to get some free targeted advertising. Originally started on the KMTW FM(now KLIX FM) out of Twin Falls, until the TeenAge Truckers 4-H club fired up our station, Highway Hooker Radio took off like a rocket. 
Of course back then and my Bishop always reminds me of this, in that era, unlike today, having girls do radio in a private residence was no big deal. Today with all the meth headed goofballs, yea its a bit risky, but like my Uncle Dell said, you can't learn to swim unless you jump in the creek. Yet I can't think, and maybe one has to have a vagina to understand this, but what's the big deal of having some guy as long as its in the context of the gig, kiss her nyloned toes? Hey I'm the one that has to smell em and try not to gag. The thing though has become sort of a testing platform. I figure, if a gal is open minded enough and willing to take that leap of letting me kiss a toe, then just about any segment we do on the air and all will be done with the same tounge and cheek attitude. Shrug it off, and go on. Plus if your going to have your studio on radio also on TV you want if your show is geared this way, along the avenue of being that Hazzard County southern kountry flavor you want your in studio girls to look the part. I got the idea of having a TV camera in studio, from legendary broadcaster Don Imus. When I first caught his early morning TV news show on TV, he had what he called the Imus Cheerleaders. I thought that could work for us, this was long before there was anything like steaming video, most of it was LIVE local and at times network TV. I though shazzam, why the hell wouldn't that work for us? So I gathered as much of our local honeys together and that's how we did our shows. Of course taking a page out of Stern's toolbox, when they hired his sidekick Robin Quivers, I thought do that but have my sidekick look the part. One main co anchor, and maybe 3 or 4 in studio, looking like the HeeHaw Honeys in the background. If you watched carefully, you saw all the HeeHaw girls in nylons, ALWAYS!! But no our locals here think awe its just some old fart getting his rocks off huffing feet in nylons. BullShit. They never have stayed long enough to get the full idea. Nor learn. 
Evanston Wyoming is not a place that welcomes in or plays well with others. I used to think three towns in Idaho were bad from number one to number three, being; Rigby, Grace and Glenn's Ferry, Idaho. But the clannish, clickish stuck up attitude here makes me hurl. But lets make this clear, there has been periods of full throttle here, with us but damn few. We do and I do what I do on the radio, and TV, mostly satellite radio, is not for Evanston, its for that community out there on that big strip of ribbon called I-80. The Truckers, bikers, gearheads and yes us who toew. 
Body needs sleep, see ya'll this afternoon.
TTYLY