Oh, that's great. When I was a kid I used to sit in the kitchen watching my mom cook; we'd often listen to Johnny Dollar on public radio. Sometimes they'd air old Bob & Ray shows. I remember a few times when she got so distracted by the suspense of the former or the zaniness of the latter that dinner burned, and she'd laugh at herself before sending my brother and dad off to pick up a pizza.

Thanks for the memory, JanetLand.

This is so cool.