Back in ‘97, Cowerd sold his old sofa to my old flatmate & I after we had just moved to Portland a week earlier. Since we were new to the NW at that time, we had no idea who he was or even the tv station he mentioned. He had a pretty cool place in downtown Portland. He was even showing us pics and medals of his wife who was a pro runner. He helped us load his sofa into our van and that was that. Seemed like a nice guy.
Several weeks later in a pot-crazed blur, my flatmate & I saw Cowerd on tv reporting the weather. We laughed hard on his old sofa, patted it, and shouted “Colin!” We ended up doing this anytime we saw him reporting the weather: shouting the “Colin!”, patting the sofa, and...the other ‘stuff’