Celebrating International Radio Day: a memoir of how listening to the radio as a youth instilled in me a passion for radio and traveling the world.

In 1984 I produced a short film that began on the Portuguese Island of Madeira, off the coast of Africa, and ended with Vincent Price and an Egg McMuffin.

On the night before the night before Christmas I boarded a Russian helicopter to fly to where the spirits are high and the air is thin, Mt. Everest. where, gasping for air, I recorded my holiday greeting. Listen to an excerpt from my book Tales of the Radio Traveler and check out the photo gallery. Subscribe: Apple Podcasts | Android | TuneIn | iHeart Radio | Spotify | Deezer | Pandora Photo Gallery All photos ©Russell Johnson

If you have ever traveled for business, you have probably experienced a few night alone in some faraway place over the holidays. A few years ago I flew to Frankfurt, Germany the day before US Thanksgiving for a 1/2 hour business meeting. The meeting was a bust and alone, in a terrible mood on a bone-chilling afternoon, I boarded a train for Heidelberg,

How would Vanity Fair, The National Enquirer, or National Geographic write an obituary?

In honor of Kamala Harris and Tim Walz, I am thinking about launching a new cuisine: Minnesota-California Fusion.

Not exactly a fairy tale, but pretty Grimm. Chicken Little shouted the warning, as did Turkey Lurkey, Gander Lander, Henny Penny, Duckey Daddles, Chicken Licken (Not a fast food chain), Kylling Kluk, Cocotte Chocotte, Hennig Pfennig, Pollita Chiquita, Sabrina Gallina, or even a 4th century Asian rabbit: The sky is falling, be it evidenced by a falling fruit, an acorn, a log, or a low cloud. The end is near. And Foxy Loxy is hiding in ambush. Subscribe: Apple Podcasts | Android | TuneIn | iHeart Radio | Spotify | Deezer| Pandora The fear response is planted deeply in our […]

I’m wrestling with an eggsistential question right now. Should I or shouldn’t I cross the road, even though I have done it many times? You see, I’m a chicken. Since Socrates, Gilgamesh or whomever, people have been asking me just why did I cross the road. Subscribe: Apple Podcasts | Android | TuneIn | iHeart Radio | Spotify | Google Podcasts | Deezer| Pandora Nobody asks, “Why did the turducken cross the road? Lots of species cross the road, no questions asked: squirrels, deer, skunks, snakes, Lutherans. Why do people make a joke of…us? Have you seen someone beat someone […]