Ditch that iPod, lady (okay, you can keep it as long as it’s loaded up with On Point, Here & Now, Only a Game, Radio Boston, and WBUR newscasts … oh, and the new Bottom Line podcast … right this way, folks), and immediately tune that radio dial back to its natural default: nine zero point nine. We’ve crated and stored the remaining schwag, boxed the pledge phones, and polished off the leftover sandwiches.
Heard the news? The planets have resumed their proper orbits, the universe restored to it natural equilibrium. Yes, this can mean only one thing: The fund drive is over.
Let the heavens rejoice.
I had my doubts at times, that’s for sure. Erratic Wall Street numbers and the hiss of the housing bubble’s slow deflation augur plenty of bad times. Surely, a souring economy would somehow sour you on us. Or so I thought.
I was gloriously wrong. Clearly, Nostradamus I’m not.
You stepped up and delivered as you do time and time and time again.