Radio Essay

RADIO–WHILE THERE\’S STILL MUSIC LEFT

WHILE THERE’S STILL MUSIC LEFT 0:00 / 0:00 While There's Still Music Left This past fall, my ninety-one- year old father attended my nephew’s wedding in Burlington, Vermont. At the reception, while enthusiastically jitterbugging with another relative, hands did not connect. My father launched into space. Unfortunately, he did not experience a gentle re-entry and

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