I listen to AM radio. And if I am travelling to work at the proper time (something that can never be assured), I hear the segment called "Paul Harvey News & Comment". Now Paul Harvey is not a young person (he was born in 1918), and he has a mellifluous yet ancient-sounding boom voice. Very often he has someone else (his son, for instance), subbing for him.
But every time I hear that cracking voice of his, I brace myself as he begins his schtick. It’s like in the 1970s when someone was kidnapped, and the kidnappers would have the kidnapee hold up that day’s newspaper to prove possession. That’s what I feel like when Paul Harvey refers to something that just happened that day, something that could not have been taped or faked.
And invariably I say out loud, in my car pointed north toward Skokie, "holy shit, Paul Harvey is alive today."