The BBC

Ever since I can remember J has had a habit of needing the radio on during the night to help her sleep. Years ago she'd go to bed with her Walkman, I did mention it was years ago, and enormous head phones.  It was like sleeping with someone with huge hair curlers on her head. I'd turn over to kiss her and fell like I was in bed with an air traffic controller! She did this so as not to keep me awake and i was grateful but it was not romantic. She said it helped her sleep. I thought just the opposite.

More recently we have gone to listening to the radio all night without head phones. She would always say she missed the golden years as a kid when she'd listen to the Red Sox games, boy if that didn't put you to sleep. she also loved to listen to Larry King, when he was so, so much younger and would tell tails that went on for 15 minutes. he Carvel story was a classic and I remember the night he had Fr. Guido Sarducci, on to discuss the new Contest, Find the Pope in the Pizza! My side of the bed is still shaking with laughter from that one.

Nor that we are both retired and there is no timetable or job to run to in the AM we fall asleep to the BBC. British Broadcasting Company, which occupies public radio from 11-5. This is not your fathers BBC with monotoned announcers droning on and on about things that had little or any significance to Americans. The new BBC is upbeat and folks are perky, mainly because they are broadcasting with a five hour time difference. The content is more interesting, even if they continue to insist on calling Burma and not Myanmar but last night they went over the edge. They interviewed an 80 year old guy who has lived with wolves for over 40 years, had a piece of his ear bitten off and not by Mike Tyson and chews their food for them before placing it in their mouths. He also howls and we had a sample of this ungodly noise at 4:30AM. Maybe it's time for earpods for her ipod.