On Mealtime Conversations

I was watching the Orioles/Pirates game on MASN. My grandmother opened the door to the basement. “What are we having for breakfast?” she called down. “Breakfast?” I said, confused. It was 7:30. At night. The Orioles pitcher had just given up a solo shot to the Pirates. “Breakfast,” she said. “Is it up or down?”Continue reading “On Mealtime Conversations”

On Scott Simon and the Boy Scouts

I like to listen to Weekend Edition Saturday. It’s Scott Simon. I love his voice. It’s deep. Sometimes it’s dramatic. Sometimes it’s excitable. Sometimes it’s mirthful. He uses his voice the way a violinist plays his instrument. He gets exactly the right pitch and timbre for the story he’s telling, the news he’s relating. He’sContinue reading “On Scott Simon and the Boy Scouts”