>> Larry King: All these tales, any of the stories were not funny

when they were happening. I was scared to death going to the principal’s office.

Having firemen come running in when you’re asleep on the air.

Scared to death.

The night I went to the lady’s house.

I mean,

I mean,

I was petrified.

>> [Music: Sunsearcher “Latin Rhythm”]

>> Larry King: I’d been in radio two weeks. I was 23 years old.

And I did everything because I did sports, I did news, I did disc jockey.

And one day—they knew I was a glutton, because “Larry will do it”—

and the station manager calls and says, “The all-night guy is sick.

Would you like to fill in tonight?” “Sure! No problem.”

>> [Music: “Latin Rhythm” continues]

>> Larry King: Now I’m in the station all alone. It was a small station. I’ll never

forget this:

I’m playing these records, and the phone rings and I pick it up and say, “WAHR”

and this lady’s voice—I can still hear her voice—

she goes, “I want you.” [Laughter]

I go, “What did you say?” “I said I want you.”

And I said to myself: there’s a couple of extra pluses to being in this business.

So I said—the immediate thing, I swear to god—“I get off at six!”

She says, “Naw, that won’t do. I’ve got to go to work.

You gotta come now.” I said, “But I’m on the air.”

She says, “I’m only 12 blocks from the station. Here’s my address.

If you can make it, please. I really want you.”

Hangs up. I got her address.

I’m the only one in station.

So here’s what the audience heard:

“Ah folks, I’m only sitting in tonight, so I’ve got a real treat for you.

You’re going to hear the entire Harry Belafonte at Carnegie Hall album uninterrupted.

I had 33 minutes, which is all the time I needed. To this day that’s still true.

>> [Music: Harry Belafonte “Jamaica Farewell”]

>> Larry King: So I put the record on. I get in the car, I swear to god.

I rushed to her house 11 blocks away. I pull into her house.

The light is on. The Volkswagen was in the driveway. She said the door would be open.

The door was open.

She was sitting— She wore a white negligee. I never saw her face clear. The little lamp

was on.

>> [Music: “Jamaica Farewell” continues]

>> Larry King: The radio was on. Belafonte’s singing.

She opens up her arms. I run into her arms. I put my arms— My cheek goes against her

cheek, and on the radio Belafonte is singing "Jamaica Farewell."

“Down the way where the nights—”

>> [Music: “Jamaica Farewell” continues: “Down the way where the nights—where the

nights—where the nights—”]

>> Larry King: “Where the nights—where the nights—” The record gets stuck.

I push her back. I jump in the car.

I drive to the station. And this is Jewish masochism:

I keep the radio on.

“Where the nights—where the nights—where the nights— where the nights—” and I

was petrified.

I come back. All the phones are ringing.

I’m apologizing to people. And the last call I never forgot.

An old Jewish guy.

“WAHR” and I hear this guy go, “Where the nights—where the nights. I’m going

crazy. I’m going crazy.”

I said, “Sir, I apologize. Why didn’t you change the station?”

He says, “I’m an invalid.

They set the station for me on top of

the bureau and I can’t reach it.”

>> [Music: “Jamaica Farewell” continues to end]