A phone call on a weeknight from my UPS driver son wasn’t a common thing. I asked, “What’s up?”
“Every place I made a delivery today the ladies were crying about some DJ dying. Who was he and were you crying too?”
“On my God, yes. Bill Coffey from WBEE dropped dead yesterday after the show. Terry and Billy told us this morning. We all cried together.”
“Did you ever meet this guy?”
“No, but I knew him well. Those DJ’s are my friends.”
“They don’t know you.”
“But I feel like I know them.”
“I don’t get it.”
Written in response to Charlie Mills September 10, 2020, prompt from Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes something heard on the radio. It can be from any station or era. What is heard? A song, announcement, ad? Think of how radion connects people and places. Go where the prompt leads!
09/14/2020 at 17:32
What a sad announcement.
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09/14/2020 at 19:35
Radio is personal in a way that non-radio listeners don’t understand.
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09/17/2020 at 21:34
Those DJs reside in our personal space, and it’s as if we do know them. I can understand this happening and many crying over the news. But if you didn’t tune in, it could seem strange.
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09/19/2020 at 13:30
It’s always a strange feeling when a “famous” or semi-famous person who you’re attached to dies. It somehow makes mortality seem ever more real.
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09/20/2020 at 07:45
So true.
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