Fate?
May 4th, 2007 by FuzzAs a young child, I would never sleep. If there was any sign of life roaming around my house, I had to be awake; I needed to know what was going on.
I don’t know whose bright idea it was, but either my mom or my dad figured out that if they turned the radio on, I would stay in my bed and eventually fall asleep. (coincidentally, the station that they used to turn on, W-cough-K-T-cough-I, still puts me to sleep. 
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To this day, I can still see that ugly, baby blue clock radio. The digital display had a horrendous orange glow to it, and the colon between the hour and the minutes would flash an annoying flash that looked like a strobe light in my dark bedroom. Still, it put me to sleep every night. I finally tossed it out when I was about twelve-years-old, right after it electrocuted me.
Flash forward twenty years. My daughter now asks me every night, AND every afternoon when it’s nap time, to “turn the radio on, Daddy.” She will listen to anything. Talk radio. Country. Classic rock. The only thing I can’t turn on is jazz, because instead of sleeping she immediately starts to dance.
My girl has good taste.
Maybe I’d better start prepping for her to take over my show in 16 years. 
