Chapter 6: WRDR and Home Life
I presented the six o’clock weather (temperatures were dropping rather quickly and snow would fall sooner rather than later; better bundle up out there) and had the rest of the evening off. Kent would finish out the day and the final forecast at approximately eleven-twenty. When Ben Cutter arrived on the fourth floor at WRDR, heads spun in his direction. Women and the queers stared at him, including Kent Karson, who swooned. Ben could stop the planet if he wanted to because of his good looks, with or without trying.
I met Ben at the glass doors near the foyer. A large sign hung on the wall that read WRDR, Radar’s Number One Station. The sign blinked on and off, paused, and then on and off again.
To my surprise, and probably all of my coworkers’, Ben didn’t
