The Radio Was My Pal. I Was

Between 2 And 5 I'm Reading In To Find Out What's Been Going On While I've Been Asleep.

At A Tiny Station In New Albany, Indiana, Which Is Right Across From The River From Louisville, Kentucky, Where I Grew Up. The Louisville Stations Were Loath To Hire Beginners, So I Had To Go Across The River.

Nobody Cares About Your Wardrobe, What Your Tie Looks Like, Or Even If You're Wearing One, And I Don't.

The Radio Was My Pal. I Was Just Crazy About It.

Public Radio Has Always Been So Powerless.