Father’s Day

It rained all night. I slept with the window wide open because the sound of rain soothes my head and heart. As I sit drinking the perfect cup of tea on this wet morning I remember my dad. I think I started calling him Tom when I was about 13 years old, now I wish I had kept calling him Daddy. You can find Tom’s in the world but you only get to call one person daddy, I adored mine.

 

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Buzzy Donahue

I grew up in San Francisco in the 60's. I lived in a world of sex, drugs and rock and roll. After a long stretch working on my tan I have joyfully found my way back to radio. Because you can't fight it; when it's in your blood. I play music on KPTZ.org.

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