This is the letter that I have talked about hundreds of times as it appears on my wall in my Hollywood Hills office, but I’ve never shown it until now. It is a blank sheet of stationery with one word typed in the center of the page, accompanied by the envelope in which it came, dated in February 1981.
Yes, you can see me reflected in the photo because the letter is framed and behind glass. Eight months later, I left New York City and “focused” myself on radio, moving to my full-time position as a nighttime DJ and music director of an AM pop station in Staunton, Virginia. And, 2 1/2 years later, on to my big break in Miami.