"I've never had to knock on wood. But I know someone who has..."
[italics mine. - ed]
It was the mid-to-late 90s and I was sat in the cold in my father's van in the Bayview Elementary parking lot. The station was playing it again. The station was always playing it again. Through aimless tuning, we had found — that is, my sister and I had found — a frequency which played one song and only one song. In…