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by Jennifer Bowman
The first thing I drank when I got back to the United States was sweet tea. They don't have anything like that anywhere else in the world. Seeing my fiancé was like an elaborate movie scene. My uncle Terry surprised me by coming to see me, and my cat acted like I had never left. All the memories had been left behind me, but at least I was home. U.S. Customs was the most hellish experience of my life, but that was over. I had so much to look forward to.
I flipped on the radio station the next morning, driving in my car, to 96.5 The Mountain. World Class Rock! In Europe, they play American rap and poppy, techno-ish music with nonsensical lyrics. It would be good to get back to nice music, and my personal favorites, Jason and Brad in the morning. They were much more interesting than NPR, which I had been listening to in order to seem more scholarly to all the cool, hip college kids.
I was shocked and horrified to discover that it was not Jason and Brad, but some syndicated show that was way repulsive… and NOT Jason and Brad. Surely, it was a mistake! No, it was not. And on top of that, they were playing horrible, crappy tween music. You know, I don't mind pop music every now and then, so when I felt like listening to that, I'd turn to the pros at Alive 105. But The Mountain? They used to ridicule other radio stations for selling out. They had a great, local base and hilarious DJs.
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