When I was a kid, my uncle and I used to drive around town and in the course of fulfilling the goals of our various errands and everyday missions we listened to the radio. Some of those errands might include getting more coffee in my uncle's "Whataburger" mug, picking up the stacks of "San Antonio Light" newspapers for delivery the next morning, buying a 5 foot by 3 foot by 2 foot deep Styrofoam ice chest full of "Fresh Gulf Shrimp", buying another chain for the chain saw, buying some more Grey Poupon to replace the one that got overly heated in the glove box of his "ol' blue" Ford pickup when we forgot to remove it after we pretended we were in that commercial, ordinary chores for an unusual duo. On many occasions we'd listen to the oftentimes unbelievable news stories and commentary of Paul Harvey.
My uncle is a pretty amazing tall storyteller himself, so I never thought that programs like Paul Harvey and my uncle's own "True Stories" were anything special. Then I got older and those times revealed themselves as something special.
