And Ernie Boch Sr maybe has an even more interesting story.
“Come on down!”
“Come on down!”
You beat me toit, first thing that I thought of!
There was a time in mu life when I got sick of hearing that (it was as bad as the continuous SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY for Epping Speedway on radio).
(but we had Jerry Williams, the Dean of talk radio and others to balance it out)
I grew up in Boston suburb, worked at a Chrysler dealership and “got” to pick up that dealership’s owner, Ernie Boch and their wives at Logan late at night. On the way back, I sat in the back between the wives, my boss drove and he and Mr Bock talked. (long quiet trip back in the rear seat!)
At whatever our destination was, Mr Boch turned to me, said ‘thanks’ and gave me a $20 (big time $ back then).
Juat searched and see that EB Sr died. I can still remember his smile on TV commercials