When I was 12 or 13, I saw freshly made ambrosia for sale at a grocery store. Thus, when I played Ambrosia on one of my taped radio shows, I said, "We start another half-hour of continuous music with a taste of Ambrosia."
I congratulated myself silently for thinking of such a clever intro. Today, I would no longer consider it all that clever.
That's progress, I'd say.
