Greetings from Maine. It’s raining like a multi-hottie pep pyramid up here and the wind is blowing the deck furniture around in a way that reminds me of scary wolves. And there isn’t even any time to go to the Moultonborough Loon Museum.
I wish I had time to write about this earlier but I was either toiling or driving or quietly wishing Jeff Tweedy would punch someone in the face or getting harassed by the DCist staff on the internet and then later in person on the street.
My car radio really only needs 2 preset stations: WTOP and WAMU. The rest of the stations around here blow like scary wolf wind. XM is okay most of the time and I’m not really sure what this HD Radio is all about. That’s why I stick to the more talk less cock formats.
But I don’t like it when my babies fight. Last night, the evening news anchor on TOP welcomed the “public radio refugees” to 103.5, especially if they were tied of all the “begging” that was going on down the dial.
Kids! There is no need for that kind of language. I have love in my heart both of you. WAMU, you have deliberative, international long-form segments. WTOP, you have Monkey News. Thanks be to both.