Max and I are sitting in the car, waiting for his sister. I scroll through the radio and stop at 102.9 WECK. Their slogan used to be: The music of your life. They’re playing an old Gloria Estefan song, though I was really hoping for England Dan and John Ford Coley or Bread.
“This is a felony,” Max says.
“What?” I reply.
“A station that plays nothing but ads? Who listens to this?”
“This is a song.”
“How can I tell the difference. This is abuse. You could go to jail for this.”
I found Red Hot Chili Peppers on 107.7 Alt Buffalo. I wanted to show him there are ways to compromise. The rifts that divide us are not so deep.