"Gypsy"

Program Director

One day, a man stumbled into town...

He smelled like booze and cheap cigars and would often belt out Lowell George tunes on the street corner for small change. A wandering wizard stumbled upon this man (he couldn't help it, he was passed out on the sidewalk) and told him he was destined for greater things. Inspired, he went to the store and bought more booze.

Years later (still reeking of booze, but of a higher quality), he was struck by an out-of-control shopping cart and this twist of fate jogged his memory and he knew who he was for the first time in years. "My name is Gypsy" he bellowed, to no one in particular. He was arrested shortly after, as he remembered his name, but not his pants...

Now, he is (somewhat) sober and spends his time helping elderly people across the street (many of whom do not even want to cross) and talking into what he calls a "Magic Voice Stick" when possible here on Gypsy's Radio.