Call In the Submarine

Leo slid his hands through is prematurely gray hair, as he sat hunched over the radio switchboard, eyes closed, he sighed. Even in the soundproof booth, three floors high, he could feel the city waking up. He felt the multitude of snooze buttons being mashed, the clank of coffeepots, and the building pressure of the water pipes in the bowels of Castle Apartments. Without even turning around to glance at the clock on the wall behind him, he knew it was 7:00AM, the end of his set. Leo, as usual, was exhausted. Nevertheless he always picked his last song with the utmost care, this was the song that was playing at 7:00 when all the alarms went off. He wanted to start the day off on a positive note, despite his eternal lack of energy. For this particular day he picked "Melancholy Hill" it had hopeful aura to it, Leo felt, however it still denoted a rather sad general circumstance. "Perfect" he said as he glanced at the weather chart, reading cool and foggy. "Just perfect." The song buzzed to an end, and without needing to think about it, Leo brought up the volume on his microphone, leaned forward and, using his best 'Good Morning' voice he said, "Good Morning everyone, it's a cool 55 degrees out today, and a bit foggy, so be careful out there. Also we have an announcement from Casa De Waffles," Leo read off a card Mr. Tresp had given him the night before. "Come in for the next fifteen minutes and get a free waffle with a purchase of a small coffee! Damn, sounds like a deal to me, everyone. Well, that's all for me, we have Devon Tresp on next for your morning news at 8:00. I'm Leon Van Damme, and as always keep it tuned into 100.4."