[Kzyxtalk] Pronoun must agree with their antecedent.

[Marco McClean]

Subject: Pronoun must agree with their antecedent.

Here's the recording of last night's (Friday 2024-04-26) 7.4-hour Memo 
of the Air: Good Night Radio show on 107.7fm KNYO-LP Fort Bragg (CA) and 
KNYO.org (and, for the first hour, also 89.3fm KAKX Mendocino):
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0590

Coming shows can feature your story or dream or poem or kvetch or 
whatever. Just email it to me. Or include it in a reply to this post. Or 
send me a link to your writing project and I'll take it from there and 
read it on the air.

Besides all that, at https://MemoOfTheAir.wordpress.com you'll find a 
fresh batch of dozens of links to not-necessarily-radio-useful but 
worthwhile items I set aside for you while gathering the show together, 
such as:

Something weird happens when you keep squeezing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NqabT21d8VM

When my mother was a real estate saleswoman in the L.A. area she won the 
office sales trophy every month she worked there. With three tricks: 1. 
Go to the house a couple hours before the potential buyers’ appointment 
and bake bread in the oven. 2. Bring your cute little boy to sit quietly 
drawing or reading or otherwise playing while you show the house. And 3 
–actually this is first: Go to the lighting store, buy a chandelier or 
two, just really fancy lighting fixtures, get up on a chair or on the 
dining table and install them. If the buyers bite, leave the lights 
there. If no bites, take the lights out and get your money back, or put 
them in the next house. I remember there was always at least one 
chandelier in the trunk of the Oldsmobile (which is what I thought of 
every time they open the trunk in /Repo Man/). After my mother finished 
with real estate and married Roland, we had that last real estate 
chandelier for years. It was a gold-painted potmetal mesh cylinder with 
light sockets inside, with the wire going up the chain, and it was hung 
all over with a hundred faceted glass teardrops the size of a Kennedy 
half-dollar. Every time we moved, and we moved every year, twice one 
year, some more of the teardrops got lost, and I would rearrange the 
remaining ones to make it look on purpose, like rearranging eggs in a 
carton as you use them, to keep it balanced. I don't know what happened 
to that light at last. It had a kind of kitchy magnificence. Another 
thing like that, that followed us everywhere, was a pink modern-art 
ceramic elephant with a three-inch hole in its back to keep pencils and 
scissors on a desk. And a green glow-in-the-dark plastic model of the 
Seattle Space Needle from the 1962 World Fair.
https://myonebeautifulthing.com/2024/04/25/sipek-spalek/

A dance to spring. Which is to the original Pfeiffer dance to spring the 
way the real world now is to the way it used to be.
https://www.neatorama.com/2024/04/23/An-Indian-Horror-Story-in-Dance/

Marco McClean, memo at mcn.org
https://MemoOfTheAir.wordpress.com