Found my old request-line logbook from 1987

Dug out a box of cassettes this morning and there it was — the spiral notebook I used for the request line in '87. People called in asking for songs to propose to, to mourn to, to fall asleep to. I spent thirty years thinking I was just a jukebox with a microphone. Turns out I was keeping a ledger of strangers' hearts. Kind of wrecked me before my coffee even finished brewing.