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The car we were using on our long trip to South Carolina this year is old enough that connecting my phone required a cable and a bit of fuss, and one afternoon I didn’t feel like bothering with it. I just wanted some music, so I reached for the radio and began twisting the dial. Most of what I heard was exactly what you’d expect. Polished, predictable, professionally programmed stations delivering familiar formats. They weren’t bad. They were just interchangeable. I moved past them without thinking. Then I landed on something different: WCOO, 105.5 The Bridge. Within minutes I realized I was hearing something I hadn’t encountered in a long time — a station with a point of view. They played familiar songs, but not always the obvious ones. Many had been hits long ago but had largely disappeared from radio. At one point they played Leon Russell’s Stranger in a Strange Land. I lit up — I had never heard that song on the radio before, except when I aired it myself decades ago. They also…

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