As I prepare to launch a new podcast for Crier Media, I can’t help but remember what it was like to do my final show in my adopted home town of Winnipeg – eight years ago.

It’s impossible for me to forget the last few words I spoke to an audience I had been talking to for decades. I told them that I was the luckiest human being in the world – not because of ratings and victories in many radio and TV markets. It was not because of all the awards, including my coveted Emmy for my TV show in Boston and not because of the many millions of dollars I generated for the businesses I worked for – especially all the small family businesses I endorsed and worked with in Winnipeg, Calgary, Toronto, Montreal and many other Canadian American cities and towns.
I was the luckiest person not because I came to know millions of people in two great countries. I was the luckiest because I had the love of the greatest human I had ever known. And I wasn’t talking about President, Prime Ministers or showbiz celebrities.

I was talking about my dad.

Father’s Day is coming soon to a calendar near you. I hope you and everyone else reading this gets a relationship with a person as honest, trustworthy, and loving as Mike Adler. I am hoping that the man whose biological family was murdered by Hitler, the man who spent three years as a prisoner of Stalin, the man who put me, a two-and-a-half-year-old child in a backpack and smuggled me out of the Communist Firetrap we were living in, would approve of the podcast I am about to do.

I am confident that my podcast partner Crier Media will do nothing to stop me from offering the kind of communications I am best known for. They are familiar with my nature, when prodded to do things I have zero passion for, I push the passive-aggressive button. In such instances, I adopt the role of a subpar bingo caller masquerading as a broadcaster. These individuals lack intelligent viewpoints.

They are the guys my father Mike Adler paid no attention to. He thought of them as food for dogs with no sense of smell or taste. I cannot imagine my podcast partner encouraging me to serve up dog food.

Coming soon to Apple, Spotify and wherever you get your podcasts, the latest incarnation of yours truly, Charles Adler. You will experience brutally vivid honesty, no punches pulled, passion and no Puppy Chow.

Twitter: @charlesadler

Email: [email protected]

Make sure to check out my goodbye and good luck to my adopted hometown of Winnipeg.