Why would there eventually be some seriously rank porn….

…..in an image search I do for radio station logos? And these are radio stations I used to work for. In other words, I thought I would see if my name popped up in any old print ads the stations I used to work for did. I found one. You might have seen it. It was for KWST, Los Angeles around 1980. Anyway, as I’m clicking further anf further back, here it comes, the amatuer shots of interracial, anal and MILF plus, for an added bonus, gay. What the living hell? How does that shit make its way into something benign like radio print ads? Or maybe I’m fooling myself. Maybe all of those photographs are directly relevant to my search. So, for instance, if I’m am looking up WBVM, Utica, New York, an oldies station I worked at in the summer of 1975, by all rights I should see the general managers wife in a Mom/Boy action shot because that was all part and parcel of what was happening then. It’s just that dumb-ass Phil never figured it out or never got brought into the “circle” because he was a such a lame-ass, early-to-bed guy. Which I have to confess I was. I will always remember though that gm’s wife. I was 22 and she was probably 38 or 39. She was a short, hot blonde with her hair piled on top of her head. Anyway, one day they needed a fill-in for the afternoon shift because the jock that did that show, Barbey Lovesit (I shit you not) was sick. Because my apartment was in the same building as the radio station, all anybody had to do to get me (I did’t have a phone) was walk up to my door and knock. So sure enough, there’s a knock on my door. It wasn’t exactly the most common place thing in the world for someone to be at my door at 10 am. so I answered the door in just a pair of jeans. And there is Mrs. General Manager. I guess she was in the office helping out and volunteered to go get me. Yeah. Sure. She’s wearing these spray on, white cotton pants, with everything underneath clearly visible and white heels and the first words out of her mouth are “We shouldn’t meet this way. People will talk…ha ha.” That was a sort of cool thing for 30 something people to say in the seventies. Well, one thing led to another and……..