FM radio nearly changed my life.

While driving home tonight I was listening to FM radio. Donnie Iris's "Ah! Leah!" hit my speakers. This is not an unusual occurrence; Dahnie's a Pittsburgher, so we keep his signature song in frequent airplay. After it ended, I scanned around and landed on the last half of Train's "Meet Virginia." That song kicked out, and with buoyed spirits I started hitting the seek button furiously in hopes of completing the trifecta. I only needed to hear a note or two of "Ruby" by Kaiser Chiefs or "Ruby Tuesday" or, creepiness-be-damned, Kenny Rogers's "Ruby," or one of the 482 other songs with my middle daughter's name in the title. I seeked (sought?) up and down the digital dial, but I was denied.