I grew up in a PBS/NPR kind of family.
Many a car trip were spent listening to Click and Clack (the Tappet Brothers) give people humorous and practical advice on Car Talk. I am one of the few of my friends who "gets" the Garrison Keillor card in Apples to Apples. And I have played along on "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me" on more than one occasion and even knew Mo Rocca from his status as panelist on the show BEFORE seeing him on VH1. Saturday nights were always spent watching British comedies and I've even been forced to watch an episode or two of Antiques Road Show.
The point is, while I watched my fair share of MTV and sometimes refused to listen to anything but Mix 97.7, that is what I grew up with, and I hated it (or at least pretended to).
But, things change. Somehow NPR has become a preset on my stereo and I listen to it on my way home. I frequently stop on PBS to see what is on and end up staying on the channel. I laugh, hard, at Keeping Up Appearances. Does this mean I'm a grown up now?
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I don't know how it happened - but I too returned to my npr roots. Sometimes the musical interludes zip me back to the life I lived in my father's pickup barreling through mountain roads. I used to hate npr but now I find it even creeps into my ipod - maybe this is how we become our parents.
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