Winter grey

So it’s’ the middle of winter and I do not have a trip booked any place on first class for 45 days. Winter after New Year’s Day is just stupid. It’s cold and grey, and if your artichokes and calla lilies have made it this far they are sure to be nailed soon by some artic Canadian air just waiting to plunge down. I hate artic Canadian air.

It’s easy to get depressed in this period of greyness before daffodils and flights to Kaua’i. Listening to NPR on the way to work contributes to this sense of despair and dread as it has devolved into a free of charge nonstop Republican campaign coverage machine. I just can’t listen anymore.  Occasionally I tune into Democracy Now on Pacifica, but they can be a little strident sometimes, and then there’s the Diane Rehm Show. That thing just defies explanation.

What is a boy to do? Well this morning I put my car radio on scan and delved into the world of commercial FM radio. It’s not pretty. I cannot devote any time here to documenting the horror of drive time American radio. Just avoid it at all costs. But I did discover something quite wonderful this morning. Somewhere out there in the far flung exurbs of Seattle there is a little FM radio station that plays Mexican polka music. Put this on while you are driving to work and your whole world view will improve. Just go with it. Trust me.

Finally, just to brighten my day even more I saw this online and had to share it. No need for an explanation.








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