Thank you

Mr. Maron, thank you for making hundreds of hours of commuting a whole lot better. Thank you for a making a country spiraling into oblivion feel a little less dismal. I’ll miss hearing about your cats and struggles with vacuum cleaners. I appreciate you spilling your guts for our entertainment. It’s helped make me feel better about being me. I hope you get a chance to read a few good books, drink a few great cups of coffee, see a bunch of movies and listen to some more records.