- As I was driving home from Oklahoma City to Norman, I would listen to talk
radio. Sally Jesse Raphael was just getting her start as a radio
counselor. There was a gentleman who also did the radio counselor thing,
and he had an extremely comforting voice. This was the voice I was
thinking of as I wrote this section of the poem.
I call this the rock 'n' roll psychiatrist simply because he was on the
radio, and the radio at the time was more for music than for talk - at least in
my mind. As I say, his voice was comforting, the exact opposite of the
stereotypical rock d.j.
Amazingly, I only saw the aftermath of one accident as I drove back and
forth. Yet that one made enough of an impression to be included
here. It's probably even more amazing that I wasn't involved in an
accident, considering the hours I was on the road, and the fact that I was
sometimes a few sheets away.
