On The Radio Oh Oh

Hey Kentucky,

Last Friday evening when I was getting ready for your End of Cancer Treatment Party I kept singing Regina Spektor's "On the Radio" over and over again.

A little piece of the song was in my head as I made your "B" cookies.

And driving to Draper I sang it out loud with Chup.

And I hummed it while I watched Chup and MD zip around London's Embankment on the X-box racing wheel.

And I thought about it while eating your Aunt Kay's salsa and monopolizing your cousin Kelly's socializing (because she is a new hero in my c jane Hero's Book.)

And I sang it under my breath while Chup and MD rolled their eyes together.

And I most definitely had it in my thoughts when I sat next to you to eat a perfect plate of fruit salad (pass me more kiwis.)

When I got home that night I tuned in to watch the last bit of Letterman.

Guess what was on?

Regina sang "On The Radio" like the vixen that she is, and it was a perfect me-moment.

And then it clicked--the lyrics I'd been singing all day-- they were these:

"While we were on our knees
Praying that disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again"

We're on our knees down here in P-town.
Love ya,


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