Talk radio
I saw my grandfather today. He's 88 years old and he and my grandmother celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary this month.
We compared notes on passing the time, him for his regular workouts at the gym, me for my daily 40-minute commutes over the hill to work. It turns out we both like to listen to talk radio. I mentioned that I was flipping channels earlier this year when I stumbled upon a talk radio station that I've been listening to ever since.
"Which one?" He perked up.
"You wouldn't like it," I assured him.
"Liberal?" He eyed me suspiciously. We don't talk politics.
"No, Spanish."
We compared notes on passing the time, him for his regular workouts at the gym, me for my daily 40-minute commutes over the hill to work. It turns out we both like to listen to talk radio. I mentioned that I was flipping channels earlier this year when I stumbled upon a talk radio station that I've been listening to ever since.
"Which one?" He perked up.
"You wouldn't like it," I assured him.
"Liberal?" He eyed me suspiciously. We don't talk politics.
"No, Spanish."
posted by Dvortygirl at 8:35 PM
1 Comments:
<grin!>
Wonderful! Thank you very much!
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