don't recall her ever inciting no riot."
"I'm only asking if you're sure this ain't some kind of on air play he dreamed up. I been listening to his tapes on the internet."
"That was a long time ago. He don't do stuff like that no more. I can't believe we're talking about this. You know the man, for crying out loud. He’s a member of your church. Hell, go ask him yourself."
"I'm an officer of the law and these are questions I got to ask. You're his employer, so I'm askin' you."
"He's a good man, Dewey. A family man. He's taken to that little girl just like she was his own. Graham Barry is an upstanding member of this community. You ain’t ever found him in any trouble around here. Last year alone, he raised over five thousand dollars for your battered women’s shelter. You really think he just now went off the deep end for no good reason?"
"I don't, Mike. The truth is I don't. It's just that a lot of people are thinking that maybe he did."
"Well, I know that better than any of you. I'm losing a lot of money right now."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Mike."
"Jimmy even pulled his advertising for the new car lot."
"That ain't right. Y'all got history."
"Well, he can't be associated with this kind of talk and I understand that."
Dewey paused for a moment and then reached out to shake Mike's hand. "All right, Mike. I'll keep them at bay, but I'm going to need you to keep me updated on the FCC. Let me know what they find out. It also wouldn't hurt you to take those calls from the paper. Tell your side of the story. Explain what's really happening here."
"I'm thinkin' I might have to."
"The whole town's havin' a come apart. I don't want you to lose any more business."
Mike walked Dewey toward the door. "I appreciate that, Dewey, and I will keep you in touch."
"Thank you, Mike. You think Bama's gonna do it again this year?"
"Lord willin' and the quarterback don't choke."
"I hear ya. Roll tide, Mikey."
"Roll tide, Dew."
The next day, Graham and Mike awoke as the most unpopular men in town. Typically, Graham would stop by a local gas station on his way in to the office to purchase a cup of coffee. He was accustomed to being greeted with a warm smile and even a bit of small talk. Today, the mood was inside was decidedly different. When he walked in the shop, the room, typically abuzz with conversation, fell quiet. Graham stood awkwardly in line and waited to pay for his coffee. "Guitar lessons. Free cats. Donate your pennies for baby Lucinda." Graham read every flier on the cashier's wall in an effort to avoid eye contact. The clerk coldly handed him his change, and as he left, he could feel their stares upon him. This was familiar, but in the past when he had angered a city, Graham had been far too hung-over to notice or even care. On this day, he finally felt disapproval in the icy chill of sobriety. When he arrived at the station, things were different, though. Mike greeted him at the door and had obviously been waiting for him to arrive.
"Is everything okay?" Graham asked.
"Well, I’d say we got ourselves another situation,” Mike said, beaming.
"Is the station off the air? I didn’t see any missed calls."
"No, no. Everything's fine. Just fine. We've got us a visitor that you're going to want to see!"
"Another scientist?"
"Just come up to my office for some excitin' news, son!"
Graham followed Mike upstairs to his office. Inside, a guy in a suit sat chatting on his cell phone. He smiled when he saw the two of them and quickly wrapped up his conversation. He hung up the phone and met Graham in the doorway.
"Graham! How are you, man? I'm not sure if you remember me...”
"I'm sorry...”
"Steve Seagal. Steve. I was V.P. of Programming for Northstar!"
"In Phoenix?"
"Yeah! We were competitors. Well, technically, I went head to head with your V.P., Pugs Kelly, but, hey, you gave us a hell of a fight, bro."
"Thanks."
"Going against you in morning drive sucked, dude! You know Ramirez had a nervous
"I'm only asking if you're sure this ain't some kind of on air play he dreamed up. I been listening to his tapes on the internet."
"That was a long time ago. He don't do stuff like that no more. I can't believe we're talking about this. You know the man, for crying out loud. He’s a member of your church. Hell, go ask him yourself."
"I'm an officer of the law and these are questions I got to ask. You're his employer, so I'm askin' you."
"He's a good man, Dewey. A family man. He's taken to that little girl just like she was his own. Graham Barry is an upstanding member of this community. You ain’t ever found him in any trouble around here. Last year alone, he raised over five thousand dollars for your battered women’s shelter. You really think he just now went off the deep end for no good reason?"
"I don't, Mike. The truth is I don't. It's just that a lot of people are thinking that maybe he did."
"Well, I know that better than any of you. I'm losing a lot of money right now."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Mike."
"Jimmy even pulled his advertising for the new car lot."
"That ain't right. Y'all got history."
"Well, he can't be associated with this kind of talk and I understand that."
Dewey paused for a moment and then reached out to shake Mike's hand. "All right, Mike. I'll keep them at bay, but I'm going to need you to keep me updated on the FCC. Let me know what they find out. It also wouldn't hurt you to take those calls from the paper. Tell your side of the story. Explain what's really happening here."
"I'm thinkin' I might have to."
"The whole town's havin' a come apart. I don't want you to lose any more business."
Mike walked Dewey toward the door. "I appreciate that, Dewey, and I will keep you in touch."
"Thank you, Mike. You think Bama's gonna do it again this year?"
"Lord willin' and the quarterback don't choke."
"I hear ya. Roll tide, Mikey."
"Roll tide, Dew."
The next day, Graham and Mike awoke as the most unpopular men in town. Typically, Graham would stop by a local gas station on his way in to the office to purchase a cup of coffee. He was accustomed to being greeted with a warm smile and even a bit of small talk. Today, the mood was inside was decidedly different. When he walked in the shop, the room, typically abuzz with conversation, fell quiet. Graham stood awkwardly in line and waited to pay for his coffee. "Guitar lessons. Free cats. Donate your pennies for baby Lucinda." Graham read every flier on the cashier's wall in an effort to avoid eye contact. The clerk coldly handed him his change, and as he left, he could feel their stares upon him. This was familiar, but in the past when he had angered a city, Graham had been far too hung-over to notice or even care. On this day, he finally felt disapproval in the icy chill of sobriety. When he arrived at the station, things were different, though. Mike greeted him at the door and had obviously been waiting for him to arrive.
"Is everything okay?" Graham asked.
"Well, I’d say we got ourselves another situation,” Mike said, beaming.
"Is the station off the air? I didn’t see any missed calls."
"No, no. Everything's fine. Just fine. We've got us a visitor that you're going to want to see!"
"Another scientist?"
"Just come up to my office for some excitin' news, son!"
Graham followed Mike upstairs to his office. Inside, a guy in a suit sat chatting on his cell phone. He smiled when he saw the two of them and quickly wrapped up his conversation. He hung up the phone and met Graham in the doorway.
"Graham! How are you, man? I'm not sure if you remember me...”
"I'm sorry...”
"Steve Seagal. Steve. I was V.P. of Programming for Northstar!"
"In Phoenix?"
"Yeah! We were competitors. Well, technically, I went head to head with your V.P., Pugs Kelly, but, hey, you gave us a hell of a fight, bro."
"Thanks."
"Going against you in morning drive sucked, dude! You know Ramirez had a nervous
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