The summer when I was fourteen, my dad and I got to the old Providence train station very early for an Amtrak train that was going to take me to visit a friend in southwestern Connecticut. So Dad said, "Let's walk over to the radio station," (then located near the old Bonanza bus terminal, approximately where the Westin stands today, or maybe part of the mall), "and see if Salty Brine is in." Dad was an early riser, and we listened to Salty regularly on morning radio.
We went to the station and asked for Salty. He came out and greeted us warmly, gave us a personal tour of the studio, and chatted with my dad for a while. He had never met us in his life, but we might as well have been old friends. I'll never forget his welcoming smile and generosity. What a great ambassador for Rhode Island he was.
Posted to alt.rhode_island on Usenet, July 26, 2003. Used with permission.