Yeah, we’ve got snobs in public radio, but also a lot of great people with mud on their boots

When I first started working in public radio 30-plus years ago, I was a college dropout and my day job was butchering fish on the docks in Sitka, Alaska. That’s the village where I grew up. That little public radio station was about as rural and rooted as you could want. Sure, there were jazz shows, and you could sometimes smell a little pot in the air room. But there were also shows about hunting and fishing.