Raised on the Radio

In sixth grade, my girl scout troop toured KFYR/KYYY in Bismarck. The bug bit. In college, I worked at three different radio stations, at the same time. Now I'm standing here in the studio watching the San Antonio sun greet the I-35/Loop 410 Interchange (who am I kidding, it's gonna rain all day). Ah. I love this view. My weeklong coworkers ask if I ever get tired, working seven days a week, because I come to the radio station on weekends. No, I tell them, radio isn't work. It's like breathing. I have to do it.
Everyone wants to be able to do this. Everyone wants to play music and call it work. And I actually get to, and don't call it work. It's just what I do.