It took me over three months to drum up the courage to call in to Henry’s show. It was on July 4.
I became a “first-time caller” choosing the moniker, “Annabelle from Rocky Point”.
My real name is Karla…but I have always loved the name Annabelle. I wanted to give that name to our daughter when she was born but Chuck didn’t like it…not even for a middle name. I bet there’s a story there…
Anyway…this seemed like a perfect time for a name-change.
I didn’t have to wait very long before my call was answered…it was a holiday and the subject was pretty intense.
Apparently, there were not too many people who wanted to talk about the movie “Born on the Fourth of July” a powerful and painful movie about a Vietnam veteran.
Henry said, “Let’s see what Annabelle from Rocky Point has to say.”
“Hey, Annabelle! What’s keeping you awake at…let’s see…1:12 in the morning? Is it my sexy, melodious tones or my incredible insight into just about everything?”
I laughed at that…more of a deep, rumbling chuckle…I don’t know where it came from…I hadn’t laughed like that for a long time.
“Jesus! That’s one sexy laugh, Annabelle. What do you think, Alex?” He said to his producer. “Is that the laugh of a single lady…or a married lady?”
Not giving Alex much of a chance to answer…which I had discovered was quite the norm…Henry continued.
“I’m betting ‘Annabelle from Rocky Point’ is a single lady. So, what does that laugh mean Annabelle? Am I right…as I usually am? Are you single?”
I laughed again…only softer this time. I suddenly got a little shy…but I was also finding that this was really fun and suddenly I found that I wasn’t as nervous as I thought I would be.
“Yes,” I replied. “Yes, I am single. Divorced actually, for about a year.”
I couldn’t quite hear what his producer, Alex had just said but then Henry said rather reluctantly “Annabelle, I’m sorry. I have to cut this short.”
“Alex tells me I have to go to break and then we have a scheduled guest that I can’t move…will you call back again? If only so I can hear you laugh?” I could hear him smiling over the phone.
He paused then and said, “Please?”
Of course I said yes. The next night I called and when I gave Alex my name he said, “Oh good! You just made Henry’s night. He’s been kind of cranky. Hang on, Annabelle.”
I paused…it took me a second to remember that he was talking to me…not another caller.
It was now official…I was “Annabelle”.