I speak, of course, of my recent short stint on the Sirius Radio Beatles Channel.
Relegated to the forgotten radio time slots better known as ice station zebra, I believe that approximately three people on earth heard my fab four presentation.
This total is comprised of yours truly, who drove down to the trailhead to listen in his car, for better reception, my best friend Dave, who thought I was a bit wordy and verbose and my ex cardiologist Neal, who thought I sounded good but was perhaps suspiciously high in cholesterol.
Oh ya, my sister Liz in Virginia tuned in too.
You will note that this tally does not include my wife, who decided it would be more fun to play bingo Thursday evening.
This did not really surprise me as she is yet to listen to my art dealer interview in its entirety, being more than well aware, at this point, of the sum totality of my grand existence.
Oh well, I gave it my best shot, as they say. Perhaps there is a soul in some far off region of the globe, perhaps a lone hiker carving a path through the reeds at Uluwatu with his earbuds in at two o'clock this morning, that will listen to my last broadcast and have some glorious epiphany, perhaps remember where he put his lost pair of readers?
And then I will be able to depart this mortal coil and realize that I made a difference somehow, in some mortal's life and all my hard work and toil will be worth it.
Wish you could have been there.
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