Welcome to the commune podcast. This is Jeff Krasno.

How many of you may receive my weekly Sunday commusing article, where I address a breadth of issues from the spiritual to the sociopolitical.

And on occasion, I will also record an audio version of these articles and release it as a

bonus episode. So today's recitation is the product of a dinner that I had with my three daughters

about race, history, and cancel culture. And yes, Dr. Seuss makes an appearance.

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So without further ado, here is this week's commusing titled, If You Cover It in Sugar, then it only tastes sweet.

I am sitting at the dinner table with my three daughters, ages 11, 13, and 16, comparing harrowing stories of personal embarrassment.

And now it's my turn.

In college, I DJed a Sunday morning radio program called Moonshine.

Hosting this show was a double-edged saber.

I enjoyed a certain campus prominence for having my sonorous radio voice resonate through the dormitories. But waking up early on the Christian Sabbath

after long Saturday nights trawling Upper West Side watering holes and trudging to the station

proved arduous more than once. Still, I cherished the gig. WKCR was predominantly known and

respected as a jazz station. Its airwaves, transmitted from

atop the World Trade Center, had considerable reach permeating the boroughs and suburbs of New York

City. The musical director, Phil Schapp, was a beatnik bebop Maven, famous for authoring the

liner notes of Miles Davis albums.

He was gangly tall, had bushy red hair, wore bell bottoms, and was a walking jazz encyclopedia.

Phil always stayed close to the work, excavating the vinyl catacombs, searching for that diamond-in-the-ruff alternate take.

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