Some brilliant radio executive saw fit to pull the plug on 99.7 the Boulevard. So their button was immediately pulled from my dial.
You’ve got to admit that KY had grown stale. But we were blessed to have it replaced last year by the Boulevard, with the best mix of adult rock one could ask for. And without yammering DJs. I was so pleased, I never felt the need to install my satellite radio in my new car.
Now we’re expected to listen to yammering DJs, the likes of whom grew old with a teeny-bopper audience.
Record temperature highs next week will provide the perfect opportunity to install my satellite docking station in my wheels.
Will they ever learn?