I got several of these alerts while driving cross country to Texas and back for the eclipse.
It turns out that Hissy has a very nice sound system. And if you’re bombing across the terrain at 80+ mph (I was using cruise control to stay at the speed limit, didn’t want any tickets this trip and as we know from seven years ago in Kansas, the local constabulatory looks on a gazillion eclipse tourists as easy prey to fill their coffers) you sometime need to max out the volume to hear over the wind and road noise. Because, DUH!
Billy was having a White Wedding.
Major Tom was still alive, and going home.
Forty-four women got two lines each.
The Chicks aren’t ready to make nice. (Nor should they be, ever.)
And the fourth movement of the New World Symphony? If Dvorak didn’t want it played LOUD, then why did he write it that way?
What? You say you listen to your favoritest, bestest, most wonderfulest tunes in the car and don’t have the sound turned up to eleven?
You might want to reconsider your life choices.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 