And Now the End is Near

  I don't know where you guys live and all, but if you're in the Philly-New Jersey broadcast area there's a radio station that has been around for over thirty years (my dad listened to it when he was growing up) caled 94 WYSP. I have always listened to it on and off, and around April I began listening to it almost full-time. I love their Eight From the Eighties at noon and their Mandatory Metallica and their Extreme Team and their Live in it and Win (this was the first year I heard it, and the contestant I was rooting for, Tina Bubbles, won, which made it even greater) and the fact that you could win a backyard barbecue where their deejays would broadcast from your backyard. Unfortunately, I don't HAVE a backyard because I live in an "apartment community," so there was no chance of me winning that, which blew chunks, because what an awesome post THAT would have made, but I digress.
  The first time I ever listened online to a radio station was the second-to-last day of school in the Language Lab, where the teacher said that we could do whatever we wanted as long as it was quiet and "school appropriate." I plugged in my headphones and chose my station: 94 WYSP. I listened to it the whole time. I head Bon Jovi's "Runaway" and Van Halen's "Why Can't This Be Love" and Jane's Addiction's "Been Caught Stealing," which, okay, normally I hate, but it all sounded a little better online on WYSP. I truly thought that this station would also be the rock I grew up with.
  No. Not all the way, anyway. Because WYSP dies on September sixth.
  I suppose I could have named this post "The Day the Music Dies," but then I would get "American Pie" stuck in my head, and I don't need that in my life, do you? Oh--darn. 
  Anyway, I thought that I should inform you--although, if you listened, you probably already knew, and if you don't, it doesn't affect you anyway. 
  Fine, I'll just leave, then. 
  
  P.S.--No word on the publishing yet, but I submitted a poem and a short story to a writing magazine, so we'll see. Fingers crossed, right?