When local TV was still local, and went off the air at Midnight, and my hometown station was still called WXEX (ooh, what an easy and predicatble Halloween prank), Bowman Body (correctly, THE Bowman Body) hosted SHOCK THEATRE (also easily nicknamed Schlock Theatre, etc, -- we did not like to reach far for the joke in the South. It's hot down there).
Bill Bowman was a hometown Willard Scott who could be counted on for Mall Openings and Pig Pickin's. He appeared in black cape and white converse to hand out autographs and souvenier bloody Band-Aids.
Hey, here's a joke:
Q: How many Virginians does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: There is no reason to change this lightbulb.
As if this website isn't proof enough of the cavalier's nostalgia for all things yesteryear, join this discussion board where people are fondly remembering this topic. Or this one. Or this photo album.
Buy his CD! Why? I haven't the foggiest, but isn't this the very thing you said you would spend your money on when you were an adult and could buy whatever you want?
For my New England friends, who are not enjoying this post, this one's for you.