I for realz love the radio. If I had a car I would drive it just to be in the presence of FM and, sometimes, AM. I would probably get a secondary device to lend an ear, as needed, to police dispatches because that’s good too. I love talk radio, especially when it gets crazy in the middle of our country, and I can get it on with HOT97. I have been more than a little concerned about the welfare of some of their hosts.
There are a lot of things I love in life: coffee, croissants and a real newspaper in the morning; slipping between the closing doors of a departing subway train; Annie Hall. But few things top the feeling of publishing a new poem.