OpEdNews - Page 2 of Article: Underground Radio - Blast It From The Mountaintops

I am sitting here in the living room with the two cats. Emily is getting ready to go to work at Hy-Vee. Ruth and Sam are already at work. I'll go over to Dordt College soon to sweat out my sins on the stair-stepper, then to work at the group home until eleven.

The noon "AP News Report" just came on the radio.

If I were a young person maybe I'd hop up to shut it off. Instead how about sticking my fingers in my ears and singing loud, "Da, da, da ... da, da, da ..."

Is it over?

Here's to Dave and Elana and my grandmother.

Wow.

From KGB:

[The book can be purchased on Amazon.com, or ordered through a local bookstore.]

Paul Novotny sat in traffic counting steps.

The noonday glare pissed him off. He clenched his teeth and slammed down the visor.

It's the sensitive types who climb the water tower with high-powered rifles. Paul resumed his reverie. They drive us to it. The bastards.

Hiking his sweat pants into the fold between his ribs and chest, Paul raised his chin to view himself in the mirror and see if he was gay.

Paul strained to tune the radio. In his peripheral vision he saw the light switching to yellow. He sensed the cars around him sliding away.

The white Camry with gold stripes behind him shouted its horn. Paul held up his finger to the rear window and continued to search the dial with his left hand.

"Paul Harvey, good day."

"Sghtietbt."

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