Radio out there

Two things about this trip had me more excited than anything else.

One was regional beef jerky.

The other, local radio.

I know, I know, most of you are cringing right now, especially as I go on to tell you how, not only do I have a penchant for local radio, I really like local talk radio. By and large my favorite radio, though, has to be country. The second I got outside the city I hit my seek button and, sure enough, there it was, the golden, dulcit intonations of Alan Jackson, Alabama and Wynona. Oh, banjo, sweet, sweet steel guitar, how I've missed you in my exile.

Within the first hour I'd heard that song Rosemary and I listened to my last full day in the city. 3 times. Then I heard the other 2 songs. That exist. In all the universe. Twice. In time, the monotony got to me and I started changing the station. I listened to Rush Limbaugh. I REALLY liked the guy. No, wait, that was him, HE really liked the... anyway, yeah. At some point, I think it was in Indiana, I had an opinion so I had to change the station. Then, somewhere outside of illinois, I began listening to Christian Radio. In all fairness though, I started listening to it because I thought it was Prairie Home Companion, you know how dry that Garrison Keillor can be from time to time. Just when I began to get the idea that I wasn't listening to an especially tedious Guy Noir set up, it happened. Jesus. Just like that. That's how they get you you know.

Anyway, that got me thinking about religion, just a bit, and how I'm pretty much in the perfect position to be saved right now. Come on, don't tell me you didn't see this one coming. Aimlessly casting about, engaging in reckless, directionless undertakings in the hope that, someday, somewhere, things will be better? I'm just screaming for God in my life. Or something else. Pretty much anything would do right now (NOT ZEN). And that's pretty much the thing, whether I get drunk and fall into the arms of a moderately attractive girl, seek out old friends who feel more like family or turn to some kind of higher power, I'm just resting my hat for a bit. The real question I've got to deal with, I think maybe we've all got to deal with ultimately, is: Why's the hat so damned heavy to begin with?