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99.2 FM, the local affiliate for National Public Radio; Sidney listened intently, enjoying it on several different levels. First and foremost, the music soothed, it wasn't anything like the primordial hollering which filled the commercial airwaves, emphasizing classics of symphony, opera, and jazz. Whatever, it was always scripted with storylines to accompany, biographical sketches or insights into the composer's psyche that gave the listener an opportunity to learn as well as enjoy. Also, Sidney liked the news and features the editors presented. Nina Totenberg appealed to him. Although he had no idea what she looked like, she was still a princess. Visions of her sitting behind the mike, sharing the truth with the public, filled his fantasies. There was a definite left-leaning slant to the productions. He'd studied enough about politics to understand the major differences between the liberal and conservative factions of the government, even if he did regard it as two different strains of the same disease.
It seemed to him that NPR's staff tended to take the high road on most issues, choosing to present the stories in a positive light, and the human element was of prime consideration. Nobility permeated the programming, making them different… therefore palatable.
If anyone knew he listened to NPR, he'd spend the next day or so listening to all the comments from passers-by. Of course, no one would ever really stop to jeer, that would require actually talking to The Dork. Sidney had been officially installed as The Dork during the last few minutes of lunch, last Wednesday. A few jocks had concocted a 'crown', a nylon stocking filled with mashed potatoes and gravy. As Sidney sat alone at a table, a group of twenty or so walked up to him and surrounded him. Then, Shane Abercrombie, with a grin on his face, congratulated Sidney for being elected King of the Dorks as several others pulled the stocking down over his head and face, mashed potatoes and gravy oozing out. Sid never moved, never reacted in the least. As mock screams and laughter filled the room, Sidney sat with his eyes closed. Suddenly, the crowd scattered as Mr. Renton walked up from behind. All he did was tell Sidney to take the stocking off his face and go to the bathroom to clean up.
The boy could remember every face he saw, and silently, he vowed a response. Now, with the soothing reeds of the New York Philharmonic Orchestra filling the room, the seeds of that response were sown. Sid grabbed his jacket as he walked out. There were some items he needed to purchase.
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