Today was the fifth day of the semi-annual public radio pledge drive, and I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to get away from the you-know-they-were-cringing news reporters not quite convincing us with their earnest groveling.
So I went far, far away: I listened to morning shows on two local commercial radio stations. I know. But it was in name of research.
I learned a lot: There is a big NASCAR race in Daytona this weekend called the American something; there are women who breastfeed their six-year-olds on the Metro; a Detroit baseball player got really drunk somewhere; and certain deejays like to make certain noises during certain acts with their life partners.