Every Night at 2 a.m., the Same Caller Asked My Radio Station to Play the Same Song for “Rosa.” He Never Gave His Name. After 300 Nights, I Found Out Who Rosa Was
I host the overnight show on a tiny radio station in the West Texas desert. Truckers, insomniacs and ranch hands are my whole audience. For three hundred nights, an old man called at exactly 2 a.m. and asked me to play the same 1974 song “for Rosa.” Then one night, he didn’t call.
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