My Daddy listened to Paul Harvey all the time. And/so I listened too. His voice is a fixture from my childhood . . . as it wafted to the backseat of Daddy's beloved Mercedes . . . or later, blared from the radio in Big Red's cab. I loved Harvey's delivery . . . the "Hello Americans" . . . and the long pauses & catches between "pages". It was always cool to hear the "The Rest of The Story" . . . and know that it was true.
If only we heard the rest of the story . . . and the truth . . . more often.
I will miss that particular background noise in my life.
Good day!, Mr. Harvey. Good job.
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