He rants and raves! He can make your day, or make your hair stand up on end, but he will make you listen. With favorite sayings like, “Shut Up and Pay Your Taxes, and “Give Me a Physical Break!” Bob Durgin rallys his radio audience to participate. Voted “Simply the Best Talk Show Host” by Harrisburg Magazine, and nominated “Person of the Year” in a Patriot-News survey, Bob enjoys talking about everything from local politics to the national scene and always keeps us on the edge!
Born in Boston. Bob entered the U.S. Air Force and began his radio career in Europe in 1964. He later spent 20 years in Oklahoma City as News Director for KTOK, arriving at WHP in 1989.
Bob met and married his lovely wife, Linda, in 1995 and they live in a beautiful Civil War home on the Susquehanna River, along with their two cats, Spike and Biscuit, and their dog Joey. Their children include Douglas, who resides in Texas, Darlyn, who lives in Florida, and Jason, who makes his home in the midstate.
Excerpts from a Dog's Diary......
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary..
Day 983 of my captivity..
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear,
I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.
I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of.
However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight.
I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
However, I could hear the noises and smell the food.
I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.'
I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors
by weaving around his feet as he was walking.
I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges.
He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return.
He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant.
I observe him communicating with the guards regularly..
I am certain that he reports my every move.
My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.