Turn Your Radio On

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Today the mailman pulled up to our house just outside the window where I was sitting and writing. He had the radio on in his vehicle and left the door open while he unloaded our packages. I could hear talk radio going and I immediately pegged him as someone who listened to talk radio a lot. That's what he plays when he's driving around delivering mail. He's supposed to be listening to country music. Instead he's listening to hate spewing out across the airways. Whether he's listening to the left wing criticize the right wing or vice versa, that's very, very likely what he's listening to, day after day, hour after hour while he's driving around delivering mail. He needs to stop. Stop listening to one-sided broadcasts. Stop it. Just stop it. That's the kind of thing you'd say to children in the back yard fighting. You may not be able to understand the details of what each is saying, but their voices are getting louder and louder, and they're not solving anything. So you go to the back door and yell at them to stop and then they begin arguing back that it was the other one who started it. You yell again and keep on yelling until they stop. That's what I'd like to do now. Just go to the back door, or in our mailman's case it would have been the front door, and tell him to stop, I said stop it right now. Turn off that dam talk radio station and start listening to some country music like I told you. Or classical. Whatever you want. Because I said so, and I'm not telling you anymore. Don't let me have to come back out here. Later in the day I walked outside just as the UPS driver drove up in his big brown truck to deliver another package. He got out to leave the package on the front porch and left his radio on. He was listening to country music. Now, that's better.