Breakfast at the Mars Hotel

On the mornings that I get to be in charge of the radio, we usually listen to the local college station. [Vicki, who does not like to talk in the morning, prefers NPR --- which offers talk but, unlike dada, doesn't try to talk to her.]

In any event, the music on the local station is pretty eclectic, which is great. But it seems that they always play the Grateful Dead while we are eating breakfast. Again, great. But it makes me wonder what the net effect will be on young Samson when he gets older.

I mean, all those violin prodigies were fed Mozart in utero and a steady diet of Chopin, Beethoven, and the various Bachs as they grew. What might we predict from a child who eats berries and yogurt for breakfast with a soundtrack of Scarlet Begonias, St. Stephen, Uncle John's Band, and the like?

Will he be that guy in college who changes his name to "Muzzy," wears a hemp poncho and is always hacky-sacking? Or will he go the other way and be that guy who wears a tie to class and says things like "Nixon's only mistake was getting caught."

Let's hope there's a third option somewhere in his future. Just in case, maybe we'll check out Morning Edition tomorrow. Although I bet Steve Inskeep wore a poncho in college.

You can bet Bob Edwards did...