When I was growing up, I would groan when my mom would turn on NPR. What a monotonous drone, I thought. But, somewhere in my early twenties, I discovered that I had begun listening to NPR myself. And I was sucked in. I loved it! And I still do. Ira Glass, Carl Kassel, Ofeibea Quist-Arcton (she of cool name and even cooler accent), Neal Conan, et al., these people have a significant presence in my life. Ask my husband, when I had to go without NPR for a month or so (something to do with a kitty chewing up cords...) I got really cranky. I never feel like I've heard the entire story until I've heard it told on NPR. I can count on them for honest, level-headed coverage, which is rare nowadays. Insights into things going on in distant countries that other news organizations neglect to report on. And the arts coverage--I always learn so much. Subjects that I was completely unaware of, or thought I would have no interest in, become riveting. Plus, shows like Wait Wait Don't Tell Me and Car Talk are freakin' hilarious. The world is absolutely a better place because we have NPR.
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| I want to listen to NPR on this Crosley clock radio from Urban Outfitters, but they don't have it anymore. Sucks. |
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