I remembered what I wanted to tell you.
Years ago. I did the midnight to six am radio shift.
This happened because overnight hosts sometimes wouldn't show up. So I'd read stories, and play music.
This to keep company with whoever was out there.
My on air pals were often about.
Max Anne Sharon R. Paul. We'd hold forth by telling stories of our collective century of broadcast. Like the time one of the engineers when the elevator got stuck climbed the shaft back to the station.
We did that sort of stuff.
Sometimes I'd howl like a wolf.
I'd howl, and howl. My dear friends would howl with me. I invited all listening to join. We'd howl into the deep deep night. We in the studio, and those home alone with their radios howling.
We all of us would howl into the dawn.
The cat looks like I'm currently feeling.
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Me too.
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