Allegories, or something

This weekend, after visiting friends, I turned the radio station.

Ordinarily, this is not such a striking occurrence: the radio plays woefully little music anymore, and I’m a finicky listener. As it was, my husband is regularly driven crazy by my flipping through stations, but our rule is: s/he who drives gets to control the music. He was in the passenger seat, having enjoyed several glasses of bourbon. I had control. So I switched.

We’d been listening to classic rock station, and I exchanged i...