COLLATERAL BLESSINGS XII

I retreat to my studio, turn on my boom-box and fiddle with the radio tuner.

FM 103.9 tunes in. Out comes a “rap” song. Then an old-time country song followed by something different.

Then the DJ says, “Hello. This is Bait-Shop radio, and I am broadcasting from Worthington Ohio on the banks of the Olentangy River. I am playing music I like…Promise you…no corona virus news.”

The gravelly voice of the DJ, hearing that this radio station is not far from my house, and the odd mix of music genre that I have never listened to inspire me to turn on my Bernina.

Some child will some day after this sequester have a new quilt.