Uh, not so much

So we were guestless, as you would have heard had you tuned in. That's what you get by flying by the seat of your proverbial pants. Yes, I am wearing actual pants, too (as far as you know), but they're not the ones I'm talking about. Storck and I never managed to hook up in time. No doubt he's reading his e-mails Monday morning slamming his palm to his forehead V-8 style thinking he blew his chance at co-op radio superstardom. Oh well. It happens. Maybe next time he's in town.