To add to the hunt if I may, the Noory has been tranquilzed, but not subdued. He is slower and his gait (vocalization) has slowed. He continues on with his calls. There is a call from East of the Rockies, carefully screened by the Tommy.
Noory: Take it away Wildcard Line!
An older women (in her eighties): Well hello young man, I love your show and listen everynight.
Noory: Wellllllll! thank you and what station do you listen to?
The older women: Why the AM powerhouse in Detroit.
Noory: You know that is where I began broadcasting from many years ago. Now, what are your talents and what can you do for me? Do you have a cane? I love to hear you sing and tap out the rhythm over the phone with your cane. I play the harmonica, here let me get it since I am in St. Louis and I keep it in my cave.
The older women: Boy! I ain't playing no music for you! It's time that you leave that cave and Hollywood lights and come home and see your mama. I't been over a year and the only time that I can talk to you in on Open Lines, screened by that badboy, Tommy. Any self-respecting son would at least call their Mama at Christmas, but no, you spend it with that other family, the Coast family. I would put you up for adoption or sponsorhip but you are well past being cute and cuddly. I wish you would find you a nice wife and settle down, work decent hours and stop going to roofs and voyering aliens with high-powered binoculars. And further more,. . . .
Noory: Well, Mom, I'll cal you later this is the show. . . .
The older lady: You always say that, you said that when you had the affiliate in St. Louis, you talk to all sorts of crazy ladies, but never your mother. You know I and your father want to move into your St. Louis mansion. I know that you have an extra bedroom, called the cave.
Noory: Now mother, you know that is where I bring all of my young hot babes for initiation into my Noory cult after I finish demoralizing them. Your two minutes are now up! Click!
Noory: And you on the Wild Card Line, oh it's you again Richard, I was waking up from my tranquilizer gun and thinking it was another old "crazy lady", but you are the next best thing. . . . ..