So the rental car doesn't have a CD player. That's right, the base model Intrepid sells for somewhere close to $22k and has only a cassette deck.

It's okay. We have the best radio station in the country here to keep me company. It also gives me an excuse to pull out the gigantic box of cassettes that I've had in the closet for years. Most of these, as you might imagine, were bought in the mid-eighties and are interesting to re-live.

This weekend's listen was The Alarm - Standards. I dunno. I still like a lot of these songs. "Unsafe Building," "The Stand" and "Rain In The Summertime" are good tunes. However, they just make me want to listen to U2's "War" or "Boy" because, well, they're pretty much cheap knock-offs.

I was completely taken aback, though, when I ejected the tape this morning and had AM radio on. Coming from the speakers of the gigantic, basic boat were the dulcet, whiney tones of Atlanta's own Clark Howard. I had a brief flashback and had to change the dial post haste.