#8: this is the Wolfman, inside yo' radio!

Do you know those nights when the radio is playing all the right songs? Tonight was one of them. It might still be one of them. Quick, turn on the radio and listen to your own heart before they start playing something else. I wish I'd lived in the time of Wolfman Jack, when every show he spun was a never-ending stream of perfectly chosen hits. I asked Andy once if he knew the feeling you get when you're out, where you know everyone else in the town is excited to be out that night too, and everyone you see just had to get out of the house that night. (He said he did, and I know he knows exactly what I meant.) Wolfman Jack was tapped into that. Watch American Graffiti to know how I feel. I can't wait for summer evenings like those - where the night doesn't even really begin until it's cool enough to go outside, and even driving in black darkness with a few people along for the ride is a journey of intense significance. Nobody needs to say anything. You just need wheels, warm air blowing through the windows, and a working radio.
I finished a novel in 2 hours and felt the rediscovered pleasure of being a bookworm. I used to tear through pages like a bum through a hamburger. Lately I've been too busy for my first, passionate love, the one which demanded my eyes, my hands, my time, my body frozen and huddled in a corner of blanket, and which possessed my mind. I used to have no hesitations about declaring to the world that I loved to read, but I've somehow gotten away from professing my love. Reunited and happy, sustaining the mildest of headaches that is only there to remind me how I developed it, I plan to devote more to books and words than I have recently.
I don't really know what I'm doing writing on here. It lets off steam and makes me feel better. It's a different place for my words to travel to, though a much less exciting destination. I would hope for millions to read this and for one particular person to do as Salinger said and call up the author. But maybe my writing has to fit J.D.'s other criterion - being good - before my telephone will be ringing again. I can wait that long, and besides, I could use improvement.
they're playing our song, so let's dance-
Allison