When the wife and I drove to Florida around 2000, we took US 13 down the peninsula. Linda had the poor judgement to nap and wake up and ask where we were. I told her, uh, we were in the second tunnel underneath Chesapeake Bay -- on that bridge-tunnel-bridge-tunnel-bridge thing. Urping for a while, she and I got off the highway on the Norfolk side, and she eventually spewed up a few days' worth of meals on the back step of the very first 7-11 we found
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We two honkies went inside. I only wanted a soft pretzel or two. Linda, though, a 7-11 girl herself, struck up a conversation with the two 'Sev folks on duty. Black girl and a Black fellow.
It's as though the three of them were back in high school, swapping tales of tragedies and triumphs solely from their 7-11 resume' days. Exploding coffeepots. Bagels with either too much or not enough butter. Terrific communicaations.
Point is, I *ALWAYS* liked Norfolk and its radio -- as a teen punk on vacation, then the Navy years, then as a radio DJ lifer. There was this one 850 station in the 60's, WRAP (if they only had known, eh?) that played and presented R&B that was almost 'soul' nough to make WWRL in NYC sound like Bautiful music, lol.
So having a huge-signalled FM station in the 2021 market sits very swell with me and my memories.