Hey! I’m Kym McKay!! I make the workday go by faster every weekday from 9am ‘til 2pm! When I’m not working, I am spending time with my son, traveling with the boyfriend, relaxing and generally just living life to the fullest.
I am a rock chick through and through and a child of the 80's hair metal scene. I used to ride motorcycles but notosomuch anymore although I still love them. Just too many crazy people in a hurry on the road ya' know? I love to watch football (Redskins and Patriots fan!), go to hockey games (I loooooooove me some Philadelphia Flyers!!), eat out, travel to fun new places, sit on the beach and read and futz around in my garden (is "futz" even a word?!?). It should be known that I was hopelessly addicted to Lost and miss it greatly and am grudgingly intrigued by most reality television programming on VH1. My newest obsession is, sadly, The Real Housewives franchise...my favorite being New Jersey so far. Oh, and I have an enormously fat cat named Baxter. I mean really really fat.
Blade
One day, a man stumbled into town...
He smelled like booze and cheap cigars and would often belt out Tom Waits tunes on the street corner for small change. A wandering gypsy stumbled upon this man (she 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 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 Blade" 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 "Magical Voice Stick" weekday afternoons here on The Fox.
*** This story may contain factual inaccuracies...but not likely...***
Ken Webbley
There are moments when the Program Director at The Fox suffers a serious, yet temporary lapse of focus and judgment… During those times (usually on Saturdays), I sneak in to Rutland under cover of darkness and take over the airwaves, much like The Lone Rangers did in “Airheads”. Eventually, they break down the door and escort me off the property.
They continue to humor me, as I do have experience in radio, at stations in Vermont, New Hampshire, and New York, dating back to (*GASP*) vinyl! Oh yeah; and because I possess an undying love of Rock & Roll!
I do not have much use for television… I prefer to read or enjoy comedic movies during those periods when the voices are not conversing with me.
One final note (which may be of interest only to animal lovers); if Kym McKay thinks she has a fat cat, she ought to see the one that owns me!
