Roger grew up on a Quarter Horse and Produce Farm in Ashtabula, Ohio (North East Corner) where his childhood classmates would cheer for summer vacation while he would whimper knowing his father would put him to work all summer long. So to avoid a life full of heavy lifting Roger decidied to start his career in Country Radio.
Along with his career, Roger is married a wonderful woman named Ruby, who still loves him through all his country boy "issues". When they married they combined their two families to make a home full of six kids, Zachary, Kleora, Heather, Jeremiah, Brandon and Christian.
When you don't hear Roger on 99.9 Kiss Country you'll find him playing out in the backyard with his kids as they are all very active in sports, so much so his youngest son sleeps with a baseball bat instead of a teddy bear.
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My 9-year-old son Brandon is highly allergic to poison ivy or any other weed that causes a rash. If he gets just a dab of it on his knee at 9am the rash will be covering his face by 9:45.
So my wife Ruby and I have set up a list of rules for him when he goes out in tall grass or in the woods. You will wear boots, pants, and gloves. Even then there is a 50% chance he will come back broke out. Then comes the doctor bills because a hormone shot is the only way to get it to clear up.
That brings me to this morning and my phone call with Ruby and Brandon. Ruby says, "Yup, your son is all broke out again. I have to take him to the doctors."
"How did he get poison ivy again?" I ask
Brandon then chimes in, "Well at football practice I had to go number 1 and the coach told me to run into the woods, so while I was going my buddy ran up behind me and pushed me down into a big ol' patch of poison ivy."
Now my first reaction should have been to say, "What's his parent's number?"
But what I said was, "Are you kidding me? HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."
I know there is a special place in Hell for people like me.