Fear
b"The Boston bomber gave us a gift. Fear. It was a little like 9-11...the kind of day when you wake up screaming, then you realize you were never asleep. You'll always remember where you were and what you were doing when you heard about terrible things. Like when the first plane went into the World Trade Tower on 9-11. Let me go sit down in my comfortable, big, manly black leather poppa chair...before I fall down. Just thinking about it makes me feel like I've swallowed a sack of cement, and it's beginning to harden. \\nDo you ever wonder what goes on behind the scenes at a radio station when terrible things like that happen? Let me tell you a personal story."