January 1992:

sunrise - 10 am: Tom Shaer
10 am - 2 pm: Jiggets + North
2 pm - sunset: Mac + Hanley or Boers

A simpler time. I still recall driving through Palatine on the way home, and the station would just cut out.

This sounds like as good a place as any to post this story. Right out of college I ended up working at White Deer Run golf course up in Vernon Hills. We had to do set up for the various golf scrambles and outings and what not and we would line all of the carts up in a certain order and then put names on it so people knew what groups they were in and then they could roll out in a fairly controlled manner towards the correct hole they were starting on.

Anyways we would take the keys out of the carts so people didnt take them early and screw up the set up. Tom Shaer was involved in one of these scrambles and he wanted to go hit some balls at the range which was probably 1000 yards away from the clubhouse. Well he didn't want to take the time to walk it and there were employees shuttling people back and forth to the range but he didn't want to wait for one of these carts or ride with the common riff raff.

So he threw a shitfit about how he needed the keys to his golf cart now. And he actually said to me....DONT YOU KNOW WHO I AM!!!!!.....and I actually did know who he was but I mean cmon its Tom Shaer so just to piss him off I was like yeah i have no clue. He was livid at this point and ended up going to talk to one of the managers. They gave him the keys or whatever but at the end of the day had he asked me nicely I would have helped him out but since he was a raging self important rectum then he got put on the pay no mind list. Tom Shaer is a douche.