One of the endearing personalities on Alabama Public Radio, Kathryn Tucker Windham (or "K.T. Dubs" as Dan and I would call her) passed away last night.

Every Friday morning we would wake up to APR and hear her tell a random story about growing up in the South.  Her stories were always a little nutty and nonsensical, but maybe that's because we're Yankees (I consider California Yankee territory, even though it didn't exist when the term was invented - but maybe my history-buff-newly-minted-University-of-Chicago-professor-best-friend-from-high-school Amy can clarify).  However ridiculous, they stuck in our minds and made us giggle. Trying to feed goats tin cans, buying blocks of ice for the ice box and carrying it home to make a pitcher of sweet tea...little vignettes of everyday life with no real reason to them...just so stories...

Moving from place to place has introduced us to new "radio friends" on the local NPR stations. Dan and I miss Sueann Ramella from the Palouse's NWPR, and would still get all giddy when we saw her around Moscow neighborhoods walking her dogs.  She has an incredibly soothing voice and I miss waking up to it. 

It's taken some getting used to the APR radio hosts, when we first moved here Brandon Hollingsworth was the morning host and he was a suitable substitute for Sueann.  However, he mysteriously vanished from the air a few months ago and we never got a reason why.  They replaced him with another guy who apparently had trouble reading period - no bueno.  The current APR host is a woman whose name I cannot remember, but I like her so far...

xo