Sooner or later, your legs give way you hit the ground

When I was in college, I was really (really) (really really) involved with the radio station. It was nice to have another world to retreat into when theatre got too mucky- as it often did. But I passionately love and believe in radio. Even today. Mostly my dial takes solace in 103.9 WRNR when I can pick it up in my car because of moments like Tuesday when they played the English Beat.

And once, they played not one, not two, not three, but FOUR songs by the Jam.

Those tiny magic pockets of radio are enough to keep me going.