I talked with NPR this morning about the possibility of a fun new project, and I suddenly recalled one of the essays I recorded for the radio a few years back.
It’s still one of my favorites.
All these years later, I now wish I could find Baby Frog. I’m positive I buried him somewhere. But now there’s an indescribable longing, hearing this again. I can only imagine that today’s enemies will create that same feeling in 8 more years. Good to remember.
Here it is: Baby Frog.