Five Questions: Samm Adams, patriot and radio personality
Samm Adams is the live-wire KROC-FM personality on the "Dunken and Samm" morning show and middays on KWWK-FM, Quick Country. You might also find this self-proclaimed workaholic at myriad DJ gigs and at "Rowdy Cowgirl" nights at Wild Bill's Sports Saloon in Rochester.
Samm, 25, grew up in a small town that shall remain nameless, somewhere in the eight-county area, population 186. After training at Brown Institute in Minneapolis and a year of radio news in Dubuque, Iowa, Samm landed back here in 2009, where she's been happily "work-married" to Troy Dunken ever since.
The rules here: I only get five questions, no more, no less.
Do you know who the real Sam Adams was?
You mean, like the beer?
No, but moving along — do you like the beer?
Not really. Maybe the Oktoberfest, but I'm not a big beer drinker. I get a lot of crap for that. People say, "Why's that your name?" and I just say my family drinks a lot of it.
You have an extra consonant in your name. Why?
When I was in high school, there were two Sams in my class, so I added an "m." The teacher would say "Sam" and then correct himself and say, "Sam-m" if he meant me.
Tell me something about yourself that not many people know, except probably everyone who listens to you on the radio every day.
I grew up in a bar. My grandma was like my best friend and she owned the bar across the street, so I spent almost every single day with her. If I was like running away, I'd grab a Walmart bag, put a few things in it and put it on my bike, then ride across the street to the bar. People always knew me as the bubbly little blonde girl who was there all the time. I grew up on bar food — cheese curds, chicken strips, ketchup...I don't like vegetables.
What's the most annoying thing about being "work-married" to Dunken?
We have a sibling-like bond. Sometimes I just want to punch him in the head. Of course, at the end of the day, I always love him, BUT as in any "brother from another mother," he knows what buttons to push.
— Jay Furst