Today marks a dark day in the history of Los Angeles radio market. At 5:00pm the only FM Talk Radio station in L.A. is flipping its format to a Top 40's Chart station. From the rumor mills, I've heard that this decision was based on NOT being able to sell advertising dollars. And now instead of a unique radio station which featured FM Talk we're going to have another KIIS FM. In my 17 Years of radio listening, I've lost many of favorite radio stations. I can remember back with KPWR 105.9, (Power 106) was a Top 40 Station. I still miss 100.3 Pirate Radio. I remember being in High School and watching the Metal Heads be devistated with 105.5 KNAC because a Spanish Speaking station.

Y107 was the last station that was taken from me. 107.1 was an alternative to KROQ, which at the time was much needed. A dear friend of mine spent about 10 Hours in Oakland to watch Pearl Jam and the Rolling Stones thanks to 107.1. That station too flipped its format to a spanish speaking station. Even as recent as of December of last year, Indie 103 ( I didn't really listen to that station), went to a spanish speaking format.

97.1 hurts, because ever since I've started my new career it has been there for me. Working in an office and growing weary of sports talk radio, FM Talk was what captured my attention. I will mostly miss Frosty, Heidi, and Frank. I will also miss Danny Bonaduce and Tom Leykis. I hope those show's host land on their feet and land somewhere, where I can continue to listen.

This is a sad day for me. And at Friday 5pm, Feb. 20th we'll all say goodbye to individuality in Los Angeles and say hello to conformity. Farewell!

It was as normal as any other Sunday. Sunday Mornings for some kids were spent in front of a television watching cartoons and eating their favorite sugary cereal containing the highest quality toys crafted by the fine inhabitants of Hong Kong or putting on the nicest clothes they had to impress fellow parishioners at their local church. I was a little different. My family wasn't exactly the Church going kind of folk and I think my parents felt I had enough brain rotting on Saturdays. So every Sunday Morning, my father took my brother, my sister, and I to Cypress College's Weekend Swapmeet.

My father would allow me to spend my five dollar allowance on pretty much anything I wanted. Early on that five big ones would go towards replenishing my He-Man collection or towards recruiting my ever growing G.I. Joe. One Sunday in particular my sister and I found ourselves separated from my father in search of tasty snacks. We would run around in a gigantic game of hide and seek and tag. Upon seeing my father I looked up towards the North Eastern Sky. And what I saw amazed me... an explosion and a plane disintegrated before my eyes. What frightened me most is that my best friend at the time Marco was supposed to be coming back to the United States from his Week Long Vacation in Mexico.

Imagine my horror when I learned that the mangled mess in the air was the remnants of Aeroméxico Flight 498 that was destroyed when a small charter plane flew right into the other plane. I nearly wept when I heard it was Aeroméxico, because that was the name of the airline Marco was flying out on. And this was the time he was supposed to be coming home. It would be a few days later, Marco told me that he was supposed to be on that flight, but a last minute decision kept him safely in Mexico for an extra day.

The last time I thought of this was during September 11th when I was hoping that the devastating collision into the World Trade Center was some lethal mistake. I thought about it again when I was checking Google Maps and saw that there is a feature that have links from Wikipedia. Just another reason I love Google Maps.