On the Air, On the Radio

The past haunts loudly

During those daily commutes back before we had ever heard about Covid-19, my wife would tell me that she knew I was getting close to the house because she could hear the music banging from my approaching vehicle — that old sunrise orange Element I used to drive, and before that, a series of Accords.

“Well,” I remarked, “when I’m alone with my music, I play…