This happened.
A situation destined to be remedied. The question was how?
This was how.
One could only wish that's what exactly happened this morning, February the sixth, two-thousand-eight.
But sadly, no.
(By the way, if you missed this morning's op-ed column of the New York Times, here it is.)
That's right; listeners to Ken's morning show, usually treated to a volumnous multi-layered cavalcade of audio esctasy from around the world, had to exit out at noon with THIS TUNE running through their heads.
I blame Beth. She handed him the phone.
But sadly, no.
(By the way, if you missed this morning's op-ed column of the New York Times, here it is.)
That's right; listeners to Ken's morning show, usually treated to a volumnous multi-layered cavalcade of audio esctasy from around the world, had to exit out at noon with THIS TUNE running through their heads.
I blame Beth. She handed him the phone.