“…Howl”

I remembered what I wanted to tell you. Years ago. I’d do the midnight to six am on air, and engineering shift. This happened because many host/presenters sometimes just wouldn’t show up or the recorded programs weren’t around. It was a rather informal time at the place. 

So as the on duty engineer I’d read stories, and play music. This to keep company with whoever was out there. Sometimes my radio pals were about. Max Anne Marie Sharon Martin  R. Paul. We’d hold forth by telling stories of our collective century'n more of on air radio adventures. 

Sometimes spontaneously I’d howl like a wolf. 

I’d howl, and howl. My dear friends would howl with me. I invited all listening in the NYC Metro area to join in. 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.