I had to laugh. Really, there was nothing else to do but chuckle. The mystery of Pat Mohi had been solved.
When I first started working for KMBZ, I received the cell phone of a retired co-worker. It had a full list of news contacts, many of which I utilized to this day. One contact, however, was someone I was not familiar with. His name was Pat Mohi.
While I never had the courage to call him and ask who he was, over time, I developed a vision of Pat Mohi. I imagined a wise man, perhaps of asian descent, who would, from time to time, impart news wisdom to those who called him. I imagined his humble home, surrounded by beautiful plants and flowers, and how he might serve me tea as we talked.
Then, today, my vision of Pat Mohi was taken away.
At around 7:30 this morning, I called Cooper at our front desk to get a dispatch number for the Missouri Highway Patrol. When I punched it into my phone, I realized the number had already been saved. Pat Mohi. (Patrol MO Highway) Pat Mohi.
I felt silly. I felt sad. I laughed hysterically. The legend of Pat Mohi was only in my mind.