EVER SINCE I BEGAN LIVING without a CD player in my car, I’ve been listening to nonstop Minnesota Public Radio. I can’t believe I didn’t take heed to this simple fulfillment before. It’s like a current events carnival.
Over the past few days the MPR airwaves have not been overwhelmed with word form Haiti or national crisis. The word is all about the new disaster—Chile.
Dear Lord. First Moth’a Nature decides to throw Hispaniola into a hamster wheel and roll it around for a bit. Now this?
What’s next? I feel as though someone is about to drop a house on me, or the Red River will overflow.
