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The car we were using on our long trip to South Carolina this year is old enough that connecting my phone required a cable and a bit of fuss, and one afternoon I didn’t feel like bothering with it. I just wanted some music, so I reached for the radio and began twisting the dial.
Most of what I heard was exactly what you’d expect. Polished, predictable, professionally programmed stations delivering familiar formats. They weren’t bad. They were just interchangeable. I moved past them without thinking…