Geno Brien

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Geno Brien
I started my career, in high school, as part of the Broadcasting Club. Although I don’t remember ever going to a “broadcasting club’. Nor do I remember a studio or any records (remember those?). But my dear, sweet mom says I was in the club, so it must be true. Either way, I pined for the airwaves, so I went to school, applied for an internship and from that moment on, I’ve been getting donuts and coffee for everyone I’ve worked with. Having worked mornings for a majority of my career, I’ve felt the pain of getting up early and trying to ‘coffee’ my way through the wee hours. But enough about me. Let’s talk about my lovely wife, Lisa and my beautiful daughter, whom I call “The Sprout.” I’ve been married for a decade and a half. I could have said 15 years, but the term decade really makes it sting. Our family is completed by two dogs, Perry and Karli. We got them from the Humane Society of Plainfield, or Help Save Pets. Simply the best animals I’ve ever owned, other than that shirt with a picture of the muppet drummer. Speaking of drums, I have been playing for over 20 years and I still get out there to give people a good beat to dance to. That’s a brief summary of life for yours truly. Now I’m gonna steal and idea from Roy and give you a categorized run down of a few of my favorite things. Here goes: Favorite pie: Apple (with a scoop of ice cream and some caramel) Favorite actress: Mariska Hargitay Favorite cereal: Raisin Bran Crunch (gotta have that fiber) Favorite toe: The right big toe Favorite team: BEARS… matter where life takes me, I’ll never cheer for another. Favorite dog: Perry. But don’t tell Karli. She’s sensative and will hold it against me. Favorite chore: None. C’mon! I’m a husband. I don’t like any chores. One thing I wish I could do: Drywall install and repairs. Another thing I wish I could do: Get rid of half of the stuff in my house. OK. Enough already. Keep listenin’. Drop me a message. Fill up my gas tank when I don’t expect it. Thank you for welcoming me into your home, office, auto, etc. (Sounds like an insurance ad, doesn’t it?)