Chip was born and raised in Western Kentucky. He began his career in radio at the tender age of 15. Got his broadcast license before his driver's license.
"When my 4th grade teacher added TONGUE TOO LONG to the conduct box on my report card and checked it each 6 week period when warranted, I should have known that this 'talking thing' would be my calling."
He actually attended classes at Western Kentucky University for approx. 6 months but continued to live in the dorm for the remainder of the year.
"I was new at this... thought the room was covered in tuition. I was eventually asked to leave for not attending actual class...some kinda' academic probation thing. Should've read the fine print. Plus, working the 10pm-2am shift at a rock station as a freshman was not really condusive to making class the next morning... learned a lot about life!"
In 1980, Chip's carefully thought out plan to keep jerking the chain of his new boss until he finally got fired- paid off. He was canned one night while on the air... threw everything he owned (tv & clothing) into his '69 LTD, $900 severence check in hand (whoo-hoo) and drove 700 miles to Pensacola landing at Casino Beach as the sun was coming up and thought to himself, "Must be fate. Try not to screw this up!" Been here ever since!! These are a few of Chip's favorite things: Crustaceans with drawn butter. Golf & Beer. (the perfect blend) Extra tator tots discovered in the bottom of the bag. Sunset drives down the Causeway, south Baldwin roads & Santa Rosa Island. NASCAR (can't divuldge my driver, wouldn't be prudent.) The Rams & Saints. (Lifelong fan of the Rams... since Gabriel). Kentucky football. (I think they've learned how to dribble the pigskin). TV...The Riches, Always Sunny in Philadelphia, The Office, 30 Rock, 24.
On the Yuck List: Big winds that take out the dunes. Pressed ray wing sold as scallops. People with cell phones surgically attached to their ear. Warm draft beer. Arrrgghhhhh. Un-cooperative interns. Dress shoes. (flip-flops only, please. I toe-floss) Hackers that don't repair their ballmarks. (You know who you are!)
The dumbest thing he's ever done in front of a witnesses: Made a toast very late into the reception. What was I thinking?!?!
Chip's Most Daring Escapade: The one I can share, anyway... In the '70s, four of us went streaking and flailing in front of a big plate glass window at the truckstop diner in downtown Stugis, Ky. around 2am. Lemme' tell you, even in cowboy boots, 5 lb belt buckle and stomach's filled with country-fried steak... those guys are agile! Didn't catch us though. Whew.
The one thing even Chip wouldn't dare do: Run for office. (Too many skeletons)
Tip of the Day: Never trust a restaurant that serves the main course with a frisbee in its mouth.