respected journalist."  It worked for me. 

Perhaps at another time, I will regale you with some of the inside stories of KMET: Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll.  All of which may have contributed to the disease of which I'm going to talk to you about.  I worked at KMET for over decade.

After the Mighty Met (KMET) I was like an addict "chasing the dragon" attempting to achieve the same high I'd acquired at KMET at other radio stations.  I worked for KMPC FM and did mornings in New York City at WNEW FM.  Neither of the stations came close to recreating the high I felt working at KMET.

While at WNEW, we lived in beautiful Stamford, Connecticut, in a six bedroom house on three-and-a-half acres, situated in the woods on a golf course.  My wife Melody, two dogs, a cat and I shared paradise.  The late great Benny Goodman lived in this house!
I spent plenty of days in the woods fishing at the nearby pond with my three dogs.  Never did catch anything of note; or so I thought.

I'd never been so unhappy in my work.  After spending three years in Connecticut, Melody and I were both relieved and glad to get back home to Southern California.

We had gone to New York hoping to continue the magic of KMET.  It never happened.  I have my theory about why The Paraquat Kelley Show in NYC failed, but that's another story.

Returning to LA made me realize how much I loved the West Coast.  I vowed to myself to never go east of the Mississippi.  So far, some 10-plus years later I have kept the promise.

Radio had changed.  What once had been a creative, vibrant, and entertaining business had turned into a business-business.  It became more about the business than the show; it was time for Paraquat to go.  So in late 2006, my wife Melody and I got our real estate licenses and embarked on another career.  Melody was a television star of repute herself having hosted CBS's popular 2 on The Town show for 8 years. Melody had also performed on Broadway, in A Chorus Line, done numerous television shows, and some films.  In late 2006 we graduated to the wonderful world of real estate.  Just when you feel that things are getting better, they sometimes get worse.


We worked a two-year apprenticeship in real estate at Coldwell Banker.  We actually did rather well.  So well, in fact, that we were recruited by the upscale Beverly Hills firm Nourmand & Associates where we've been ever since.  At the new firm's Christmas party in 2002, I finally acknowledged to myself that something odd was going on inside my body.

I had played golf almost every day of my life from an early age.  I was a scratch golfer.  From time to time, during the past few years, I would notice strange tingling sensations in my back and legs.  I would shake off the symptoms believing