Earlobes of the Voice

When I wake up early I can't wait to put on PRX, radio remix. I LOVE radio ten billion times more than any other medium. I love voices. This might be why I loathe telephones. Too much information comes through the colors of the voice. In my birth family phones were tools of abuse as most things were. But now I am an adult and the youngest I've ever been. It takes a whole life to become young again. It's like peeling an onion and wincing through the layers. I have worked in an Elder Care nursing home and this was true for some of the residents. I still remember Alice and the man who played the piano with a hook. They were amazing spirits and why I signed on for the job. I lasted 3 weeks. When they asked me to volunteer on my night off, I quit. I had been self employed for too many decades to accept this nonsense. Back to radio. My bio dad was a voice-over radio guy and advertising writer on Madison Ave. Being six foot four he had a LOW and deep Mahogany voice.

I am obsessed with accents they are the earlobes of the voice. I am also obsessed with earlobes and nostrils and tooth shapes. These are the things about people that I notice.

We are surrounded by a lot of really good kids in the neighborhood and in a few years they will become young adults. It saddens me when the local candy store is the local drug stop. These kids love football basketball scooters bicycles, climbing fire escapes and all the good fun to be had in the 'hood. Maybe the true colors of the ghetto are like a child's immunity. My friend G was told let her kids eat food that has dropped on the kitchen floor "It's good for their immunity" the doctor said. Maybe drug dealers at the candy store is the same thing. It's good for their immunity.