I used to live in
I don’t regret leaving
The highlight of the day that Tuesday is going to the radio station for the sports radio program. The poor kid set to interview me – he doesn’t seem to know whether to be jovial or respectful or what. When I walk in to the station, I’m taken back 22 years to when I used to hang out in the very same station. That’s where I was in 1985 when a flood killed 12 people – hanging out with the DJs at the radio station. We even tried to chase the tornado that caused the storm before we realized how serious everything had gotten. When I tell my interviewer how I used to hang out in the station 22 years ago, he chooses his tone and decides to go with respectful. After all, I’m an old lady who used to hang out at the radio station around the time that he was born. The interview goes well. The downside to respectful, though, is that I don’t get to stay on the air with him after the interview. It would be fun to talk with people calling in (including my friends’ son). After all, I have plenty to say about Michael Vick, and what a courtroom arraignment is.
That evening, I leave one stalk of wheat from the crop circle at the ranch. Of course.