I remember sitting in the

Jul 2, 2001

I remember sitting in the car with my brothers, parked next to the river in downtown Tomahawk as we waited for the Fourth of July water skiing show. Chris, Nick, Matt and I (Joel was elsewhere in Northern Wisconsin working as a camp counselor) sat enthralled by an Irish storyteller, a gripping complement to the night’s bronze sunset and buzzing mosquitoes. Public radio is simply wonderful. Here’s a give and take about what public radio has—or hasn’t—become. National Private Radio | Who are you calling a corporate shill?

Anton Zuiker ☄