confession

for the last two years of college, i drove three, sometimes four, hours from st. joe to watertown.  it is putting it lightly to note that the radio stations in those little pockets of Highway 23 and 212 are sparse.  my options generally fluctuated between james dobson-esque christian programming, classic music npr, or various country music stations.  

i grew up in south dakota.  like any self-respecting kid, i HATED country music growing up.  

but, friends, given the options, i regularly chose the country stations.

and, somehow, it became a part of me. i learned the music.  i know the words.  i remember the names of the big artists.  

so now, when greg is gone (he hates country as much as i hate his led zeppelin...thank god for the middle ground of uncle tupelo), i turn on my dixie chicks pandora station.  

yeah.  its true.  and i love it.