As Al so deservedly went in to the Hall of Fame last night, many stories crossed through this feeble mind that occupies those memories.
Him climbing that metal ladder outside the old Alexander to get to his high above perch while it was thunder and lightning in the sky, before A C C days/nights took place. Waiving to the students, band members, when they said hello Al before the games. He could be on the air or taping, didn't matter. You could bring a newbie to meet him, gave them a paper lanyard to sit nearby or on the floor. Once a crippled child at Shriners wanted a doll. I saved to get her an expensive Raggedy Ann one, however she kept wanting the Energizer Bunny. Mr. C not only went to Eveready to pick up that huge pink monster with the drum attached, he delivered it in person.
