Charles McCord
Charles “Chucker” McCord was born in Joplin, Missouri, in poverty, of indeterminate race, the illegitimate son of an itinerant walnut tree logging family that wandered the American ozarks plateau, looking for seasonal work. Date of birth, unknown, but generally believed to have occurred sometime during the second world war.
A colicky infant, McCord;s parents moved to Springfield, Missouri when he was 18 months old to try to get away from him, and are thought to have often longed for their own “LouiseWoodward” type incident, according to individuals who were acquainted with the early McCord family.
After infancy, Charles became seventeen. Not too many years later, he turned twenty. It would be many, many years, however, before he was 47.
Abashed, touchy, even prickly over his lack of formal education, McCord resents anyone who is “well-educated”...and has adopted the unbecoming habit of taping a bumper sticker message to the inside back window of the Rolls Royce he neither deserves nor would have had the not lucked-out years ago and attached himself parasitically to Don Imus. It reads: “ MY CHILD JUST BEAT THE S*** OUT OF YOUR HONOR STUDENT.” Ugly.
Charles has worked in radio since the Pleistocene Epoch. He was employed by Springfield, Missouri radio station K.I.C.K. after his father begged an acquaintance and one/third owner of the company to help get Charles out of the pool halls where he hustled nineball. Charles had worked “in radio” for one week at K.I.C.K when President Kennedy was assassinated. He denies any culpability himself. During the melancholy aftermath of that terrible event, the station’s newsperson became fall down, up-on-your- shoes, drunk. The station’s general manager asked McCord if he could read. “Spotty”, McCord replied, and was immediately appointed, “newsman”. The first words McCord ever broadcast were Cardinal Cushing’s eulogy to John Kennedy.
Charles then moved to a larger radio station in Springfield, then on to Dallas, Texas, where, ironically, he was employed by W.F.A.A. radio, a facility situated next to, and owned by the Dallas Morning News on “Dealey Plaza”, the in famous site of the JFK murder!!
Some month’s later McCord moved to station W.W.D.C in the Washington D.C. suburb of Silver Spring, Maryland, then inside the District of Columbia to the Post/Newsweek owned station, W.T.O.P, then to W.N.B.C. in New York City where his personal long national nightmare with broadcast legend Don Imus began. It continues to this day. Sad.
Charles is married to his sister, Connie, whom he met in a galaxy long, long ago, and far, far away. They have one child whom they deny. His name is Leslie. They believe he is in his early twenties, and they know that he is draining the McCord household of ALL disposable income while attending college in Florida.
McCord has no hobbies, interests, or outside activities opting, instead, to devote all of his energies formulating the perfect murder of the legendary radio icon for whom he works.
Charles does embarrass himself at the piano, however…flies single engine aircraft (poorly)…lets his meticulously restored Jaguar E-type roadster rot in the garage…and enjoys taunting his champion Boston terrier Ozzie (named for legendary shortstop icon, Ozzie Smith, to his dismay, doubtless, were he ever to find out).
Charles has only very recently reached a personal decision to clear his conscience and admit he is Autumn Jackson’s father, and wonders if any money is involved.