Paul Harvey is Dead
As with many things for anyone in my generation, the point of reference for Paul Harvey comes from an episode of The Simpsons.
That’s my boy Homer singing.
– Eh, Paul Harvey’s on.
– Ooh!
And that little boy who nobody liked grew up to be…
-Roy Cohn
– [Both] Wow!
And now you know the rest of the story.
Paul Harvey, writer of a thousand Reader’s Digest commentaries positing good ol’ Midwestern Values against- say- taxes, news source for any small-bore mall or store in America which puts the Unruly Youth in their place, and a place-name that can be inserted as the original source for any homely forwarded email, whether or not he really did write about that thing citing statsitics on how everything in America went to Hell after Prayer was taken out of our public schools.
So, my family is driving through the Mountain West, en route to Nebraska probably (relatives) — round about 1994. My oldest sister and my mom in one car, my brother and father and I in the other car. We pull over at a rest-stop, where my sister informs us that “Hey. Paul Harvey’s on!” (The universe is random.) “What station?” “93.7!”
Interesting. 93.7. Paul Harvey is usually on AM stations. Well, maybe they do it differently here in Cowboy Country, an adjunct part of the Heartland, than over there in the In-Land of a Coastal State (Which, I guess, strictly speaking, is also “Cowboy Country”).
We turn on the station, prepped for Paul Harvey. And what we get is… Kiss’s “God Gave Rock and Roll to You.” My sister just pulled a rather bizarre joke, didn’t she?Â
Well, let the disseminating of the most odd or most offending Paul Harvey commentaries commence.