My name is Brock, and I'm willing to bet that my commute is longer than yours. But that's not important right now. What IS important is that I am here once again, working at the best radio station in the world! (Well, besides that one broadcasting out of my garage, but that's just between you and me.)

I hail from the "great" state of Michigan, where I grew up in redneck country. Our school mascot was a gun rack painted like a rebel flag.

I'm hoping grunge comes back. I don't think that there has been anything as fashionably poignant as a flannel and knee-high docs.

I've gotten kind of old all of a sudden. All my friends now have to call their wives prior to vomiting and passing out on my floor.

I'm of large stature, but it doesn't grant you license to call me "big guy", nor "boss" or "chief".

Let us hang out on the weekends and enjoy our time together.