At the midway point driving to my Saturday morning fitness class it occurred I wasn't listening to 88.1, which features classic swing/pop tunes presented by the host who loves us most. Of the six preset buttons on Blue Bossa I can account for the first four, which range from 88.1 to 89.9. After turning on the radio striking the far left button, to my best recollection to change from 89.3, felt odd and then on the dial popped 90.7, in the middle of a conversation between a guy and a lady. That's Pacifica/KPFK 90.7, speaking of left.

That morning we were having the misnomer earthquake weather, but the blue, clear and usually warm atmosphere associated with the down slope air flow has a reputation with many for magnifying uncomfortable feelings: the appointment ahead, bad news, chewings out at work, shaking ground. Today it was: has someone been in the car? The car-prying demographic scarcely favors KPFK and Blue Bossa was secured overnight, with nothing missing or amiss.

While I have not listened to the beleaguered KPFK of late I seem to recollect I had programmed it into button five. No, five and six were commercial stations I do not patronize; they may have been programmed when the car was in to my mechanic. During test drives his son or one of the mechanics may have programmed these, but more likely when BB was being readied for my ownership.

88.1 was playing a very representative selection, Nat "King" Cole singing a standard I could hum for you but whose title evades me. KKJZ's online playlist has a gap in it for this morning lining up with this time slot. I know the general direction of what you are thinking but that is usual for this show.

Curiosity had me this Halloween so I had to return to KPFK to find out if indeed this oddity was spooky, as if Something was indicating a riveting topic for my attention. The unknown fellow was making a cheery presentation to the apparent KPFK regular about delusion. Things humans want for now for a portal to a great future---an illusion. Romantic love---an extension of early parental dependence and the need for approval. The obsession with the past, in which the past can be changed or remedied and again a long term plateau of happiness attained: not to be.

There's a trope in the higher consciousness field which relates the great goals of meditation and then indicates of one can really attain anything near a major share of this---it could be parlayed into a major but still otherwise unlikely fortune. What the gent was saying were various truths that he, his host and most of us will always barge past. In that "spirit" I still wonder: how did KPFK turn up on the radio dial when the tuning controls are not by the button I was pushing? Silly conjecture, a vain selection of a ray of light from a chaotic universe focused right on me for some message, or----

Hey, at least something which gave me a blog topic when it appeared I wouldn't have made a single entry for October. New month, now for the next button.