Just Listenin’ to the Radio
Posted on May 1, 2013 under Storytelling with no comments yet
Real men don’t eat quiche. But they do make their own dough. No, not that kind of dough. I’m talking dough that turns into real, home-made bread. It is Saturday morning. My beleaguered wife is a tax preparer and while she slaves away seven days a week during the initial rush, I take over the domestic chores. The first load of laundry is on the go. Ditto for the spaghetti sauce. Love letting it sit all day in the slow cooker. And just last week I dusted off an old recipe and have decided to make my own bread.
I flick on the local radio station just as I am kneading the bread for the first time. On any given Saturday you will get either Joe or Gerard as your host. These guys have been at the helm since around the time of Adam and Eve. And they are old pros at their craft. I don’t know their ages for sure but I’m guessing they are my vintage because they happen to play the music that I grew up with. As I wait for the bread to rise, I grab a coffee and the New York Times crossword puzzle and settle in, with “Take it to the Limit” by The Eagles playing in the background.
If you want to feel the rhythm of a small town, turn on the radio on a Saturday morning while you’re doing your chores. It is a pleasant mixture of music, news, local events and announcements. Nowhere else but in small town Canada will you hear that bingo has been cancelled due to a death in the community. They must sell a lot of cars on a Saturday because invariably there’s a live feed from one of the car dealerships. And then I hear the Dave Clark 5 pounding out the lyrics to “Glad All Over”.
No Saturday would be complete without the buy and sell segment. And when spring rolls around, my wife and her ilk wait breathlessly to hear about the yard sales. Only in a small town would you get the “lost dogs” report. Spencer Davis belts out “Gimme Some Lovin’”.
Is the entire globe fixated on weather? Back when I was growing up, weather just happened. You knew there was bad weather by looking out your window. Nowadays, it appears to be an obsession. And despite all of the sophisticated weather tracking devices, my arthritic knee is the best gauge of all. Just after the umpteenth weather report, the Beach Boys ramp things up with “Help Me Rhonda”.
One thing is absolutely certain on a Saturday morning. You’re not likely to hear any rap music. Joe and Gerard just don’t seem to be rapper kind of guys.
As I’m taking the bread out of the oven, Anne Murray is crooning that old favorite “You Needed Me”. I look at the bread and the bread stares back at me as if to say “You kneaded me”. Is there anything better than warm bread just out of the oven?
Yes. Joe and Gerard. Like an old pair of slippers; familiar and comfortable.
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