Back in my radio days I got to meet and work with Charlie on a promotion we were doing for Texas' 150th birthday celebration. Nicest guy you will ever meet but could not pronounce "sesquicentennial" to save his life.
Well, it is a long word with lots of syllables - my mother, and GWB, can't pronounce 'nuclear'.
To make it worse, the phrase was "Sesquicentennial celebration". Not quite Sally sells seashell by the sea shore.... but close. We did at least a dozen takes and I wound up splicing a couple together to get it on air. I felt like a jerk asking him for retakes.
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