I don't get it
Twice this week, on my way home from work, I have ridden my bike past people in their side-yard gardens listening to angry talk radio.
Just don't see how that would be relaxing.
To each his own, I suppose. Maybe what sounds to me like ranting strikes their ears as music.
Still, I can't imagine the plants care for it.
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